There have been instances when life has shown me varied facades of my existence. One, relating to the side that I came across, felt ecstatic and, the other which gave it a balanced shape. This makes me react to situations in a pretty unmindful way if you ask me . . . ‘coz I dunno whether to laugh or to cry . . . just that I don’t wish to let go of any fragments in there. Its indeed a jinx which has progressed over the last few years of high school and no matter how well I try to reason out a way, different shades of reality take their advantage from the present I have been gifted.
It is needless to say that I have had a gem of a partner over the initial stages of a competitive life after the class X Boards. But, somehow its roots stumbled over the pivot. A little push from the deepest reigns of inexpressible mood swings wavered it with the gush of winds and there it was, unidentified.
I wondered if it could rise from its ashes, if it could answer the situation to which it has already fallen a prey and it did manage to justify the reason of its existence. Love, said it all, until something louder happened to shadow it, and followed suit.
Here, I see what I didn’t let that phase come back with a bang . . . It’s the way life’s breathed into ones existence. All of it revolves around comfort which can have the maximum role to play even if it comprises a shred. Just that no element of soreness or doubt should ever pervade it. Well, I am glad it is well available, to ensure not a moment passes by without its presence being felt. Its just so purge that even transparency is outperformed before it. I and indeed overwhelmed that its not what I have. It’s what I need to build, over time . . for now I am satiated watching it form afar and letting its warmth embrace my subsistence. I wish I could have incorporated it beforehand, the only regret is not having observed its absence in a long time.
Treading along, I find all the worlds pleasures encompassed in the hands that holds me. This co-existence matters more than anything to me . . just that I wish I could have her interlocking her fingers in the spaces between those of mine, as well. The fact that my present offers me all the optimism to build up life out of nothing stayed behind at all, ensures I polish today the best, something which I missed the last time I began the same voyage.
