I saw you for the first time in a small village. I know you since 2 decades. I came all this way without ever talking to you. You have given me memories to cherish both bright and dark.Your inception was bitter. May be that was too early to judge you. Except for a few twinkles you were total melancholy. The best part of you in those days was, you introduced me to this wonderful girl who became my best friend and will remain so forever.
I started relishing you several years later. You were at your best in my adolescence. I made friends for the first time who liked me for what I am. Honestly speaking they were another insane and weird lot like me. May be that's why we have developed a close bonding with each other. Together we had a blast in our school. You filled all those days with bright colors. If I were given a chance to live some moments again, I would choose those instants.
You were cheerful in one way but depressing in another during teenage. You made me stay in the same place so many years that I was craving for some change. But it never came. That was the cost I had to pay for my indolence. I'm the one to blame for that. So never mind. You know I always had a feeling that I was in the wrong place. But I couldn't tell you what I thought was right for me. I had no idea. When I discovered my interest , something which I would love to do, it was too late. You have already taken me in another direction. You kept me in a position which I could not renounce.
The bright side of you was that you started changing me at this point of time. And you were successful. People could hardly believe the change in me. I turned from stubborn and obdurate to pleasant and flexible. You made me a better human being. My old pals were quite surprised with my demeanor. They still find it hard to digest that I have changed a lot. But still people think that I'm one hell of an arrogant brat. They say that my face gives them that odd feeling. They judge me even before they know me. And like hell I care.
Did you know about the people I love? First, my mother. No one would ever love me like she does. Next, my friends. I'm proud of them. It is not easy to find friends who are almost like your alter-ego's, who support you, who help you without being selfish and love you for what you are. And I'm grateful to you for finding them. You know the last and the most beloved one.
You were like an oil painting on a canvas painted with every color. You have been gloomy and happy, harsh and gentle, weary and active. You have given me freedom, which people envy at times. There is ambiguity about how you would treat me in future. Sometimes I don't understand you. You seem like a zilch. But I'm ready to endure anything. I love changes and challenges. They make you more exciting.
YOU are my LIFE.
I started relishing you several years later. You were at your best in my adolescence. I made friends for the first time who liked me for what I am. Honestly speaking they were another insane and weird lot like me. May be that's why we have developed a close bonding with each other. Together we had a blast in our school. You filled all those days with bright colors. If I were given a chance to live some moments again, I would choose those instants.
You were cheerful in one way but depressing in another during teenage. You made me stay in the same place so many years that I was craving for some change. But it never came. That was the cost I had to pay for my indolence. I'm the one to blame for that. So never mind. You know I always had a feeling that I was in the wrong place. But I couldn't tell you what I thought was right for me. I had no idea. When I discovered my interest , something which I would love to do, it was too late. You have already taken me in another direction. You kept me in a position which I could not renounce.
The bright side of you was that you started changing me at this point of time. And you were successful. People could hardly believe the change in me. I turned from stubborn and obdurate to pleasant and flexible. You made me a better human being. My old pals were quite surprised with my demeanor. They still find it hard to digest that I have changed a lot. But still people think that I'm one hell of an arrogant brat. They say that my face gives them that odd feeling. They judge me even before they know me. And like hell I care.
Did you know about the people I love? First, my mother. No one would ever love me like she does. Next, my friends. I'm proud of them. It is not easy to find friends who are almost like your alter-ego's, who support you, who help you without being selfish and love you for what you are. And I'm grateful to you for finding them. You know the last and the most beloved one.
You were like an oil painting on a canvas painted with every color. You have been gloomy and happy, harsh and gentle, weary and active. You have given me freedom, which people envy at times. There is ambiguity about how you would treat me in future. Sometimes I don't understand you. You seem like a zilch. But I'm ready to endure anything. I love changes and challenges. They make you more exciting.
YOU are my LIFE.
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