She has surely synchronized with me on both joyful and gloomy occasions. Yet our relationship is a complicated one! Don't you believe me ? I guess I have a point to prove to you then.
She walked into my life when I came into existence to this wondrous planet called earth. Earth, the only planet known for inhibiting intelligible creatures like us. No, I'm not talking about my mother. Oh wait! it is TIME. Okay coming back to what I was saying. From the get go I discerned her aura around me as my heartbeat synced with her repetitive ticks. I knew then only, that we would make great friends and even more. Though she was older than me but she acted at my age or perhaps imitated me, not so perfectly as a mirror though! It was the sound of tick that drew me closer to her. Moreover I wanted to explore her, know her. Whereas for her it was my child like curiosity and simplicity that gave her the tickles.
The fondness grew by each moment. We interacted on lots of issues. In particular, my issues. She never had anything to tell. Her life was that perfect. God had bestowed her with immaculate listening skills which I lacked completely. But at times I wondered why she kept silent. Did someone play foul to her ? Did she actually listen to me ? Did she find me boring now ? I was in my teens so the questions arising were naturally but apparent and they certainly weren't all hunky dory. I soon got lost and sunk in a deep state of sorrow since I got no responses from her side. And then started the rebellious period.
Forgetting her was never on my agenda but when I learnt of her, having very close interactions with others, I had to culminate it for my betterment. She never bothered answering me and that's what hurt the most. Though it never felt right, even the intensity of my heart slowed and I was drowned in a cosmetically designed happiness of alcohol. This remedy only worked when i was under its influence. Waking up with bad hangovers became a usual sight. Remedy which I considered it at first, soon became poison ivy alluring me with her precarious looks. That was the moment when she came to my rescue by battling out the deadly poison ivy. She subtly hissed some powerful words which acted as a potion in eradicating all the negativity. Those magical words were "I'll be constant as I am, it is you who has to change, not for anyone else but for yourself". And she was right. I am indebted to her even more now.
I learnt from her a great deal and would cherish her indirect teachings forever. She taught me how to move on in life. How not to hold onto things for long as they are meant to be appreciated and not possessed. How to admire beauty and not envy it. How to be true to yourself because it is you who would call the shots and no one else.
Thank you Miss
Much Love
She walked into my life when I came into existence to this wondrous planet called earth. Earth, the only planet known for inhibiting intelligible creatures like us. No, I'm not talking about my mother. Oh wait! it is TIME. Okay coming back to what I was saying. From the get go I discerned her aura around me as my heartbeat synced with her repetitive ticks. I knew then only, that we would make great friends and even more. Though she was older than me but she acted at my age or perhaps imitated me, not so perfectly as a mirror though! It was the sound of tick that drew me closer to her. Moreover I wanted to explore her, know her. Whereas for her it was my child like curiosity and simplicity that gave her the tickles.
The fondness grew by each moment. We interacted on lots of issues. In particular, my issues. She never had anything to tell. Her life was that perfect. God had bestowed her with immaculate listening skills which I lacked completely. But at times I wondered why she kept silent. Did someone play foul to her ? Did she actually listen to me ? Did she find me boring now ? I was in my teens so the questions arising were naturally but apparent and they certainly weren't all hunky dory. I soon got lost and sunk in a deep state of sorrow since I got no responses from her side. And then started the rebellious period.
Forgetting her was never on my agenda but when I learnt of her, having very close interactions with others, I had to culminate it for my betterment. She never bothered answering me and that's what hurt the most. Though it never felt right, even the intensity of my heart slowed and I was drowned in a cosmetically designed happiness of alcohol. This remedy only worked when i was under its influence. Waking up with bad hangovers became a usual sight. Remedy which I considered it at first, soon became poison ivy alluring me with her precarious looks. That was the moment when she came to my rescue by battling out the deadly poison ivy. She subtly hissed some powerful words which acted as a potion in eradicating all the negativity. Those magical words were "I'll be constant as I am, it is you who has to change, not for anyone else but for yourself". And she was right. I am indebted to her even more now.
I learnt from her a great deal and would cherish her indirect teachings forever. She taught me how to move on in life. How not to hold onto things for long as they are meant to be appreciated and not possessed. How to admire beauty and not envy it. How to be true to yourself because it is you who would call the shots and no one else.
Thank you Miss
Much Love
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