Neither all stories are true nor do all have a happy ending. Sometimes we may find a clue Sometimes it is teeth grinding! Life is one long zigzag story - our characters are long or brief. Consider your role transitionary, If destiny is God... time is a thief!
A cozy corner- a hidden place on a cream tiled floor. That's what I call "my space" just in front of the open door. The cold tiles makes me feel good during the summer evenings. Inspiration often lifts up my mood, words start getting wings. The open door gives me solace as hectic thoughts can run free. And I can look at Present's face while searching for Future's key.
Weekends work as catalyst to incite our hidden craving. Fingers curl into the fist… Umm…chicken wings are enticing! That pizza with overflowing cheese. That burger with French fries. This heart doesn’t feel any unease as good food needs no disguise. Love for food is bona fide – only those who agree understand. It’s so hard to select and decide – cravings do get out of hand. Lucky are those who place the order before they get sold out. But night owls like me have to suffer… Unlucky foodies can only pout!
As I reached my 13th birthday, I learnt Im now a teen. And less than 10 years away, it’ll end with number 19. “Big deal!” I foolishly thought, what might actually change? I was wrong, beyond any doubt, when things started turning strange. Eww, the acne…arghhh…hair growth, where they never existed before! Tragedy covered in layers of loath creeped me out more and more. Crazy hormones did crazier things – I’m sure all of you felt the same. Teenage changes so many things… don’t be fooled by its fancy name!
Hey sweetheart, how was your day? For so many hours you were away. I searched for you far and nearby. I looked for you up in the sky. When I got too tired to search, I rested awhile on that pigeon’s perch. Look, I gathered something to eat and splashed some water on my feet. I’ve been waiting for you all evening. Glad you’re back, my dearest darling! Now it’s time for us to return. Another day’s work is fruitfully done Whether it’s bad or fair weather separation only makes us get together.
I have seen you gazing lovingly. I have seen you silently cry. I have seen you laugh rejoicingly and regrettingly sigh. I’ve seen you change with age. I’ve seen you evolve and grow. Escaping your own thought’s cage, I watched you escape – I know. You and I- we are the same. You’re half and I’m the other half. Still caged in a photoframe, Im just a photograph.
“Do you have any change? I came to buy some groceries. Seeing such a wide range, Im short of a few pennies. Now I need to get a cart to carry the items to the car. They will soon close the mart and my home is quite far.” Will you help a stranger in need if you ever encounter one? Or with certain people accede, compassion is owed to none. Kindness is a rare virtue, if your conscience is still alive. Change might unchange too, if humanity wants to thrive.