It is not the first time I am doing this; revisiting memories has always cheered me up since I was a teenager. Places of the past mingled with the mist of my future took me to a world where my present stood in front of me in a different light.
Leaning against the parapet of my terrace, I watched the stars intently as my eyelids fluttered, my senses were slowly giving in to the intoxication of open air.
I had traversed many a city on foot and many others in my mind. There were days when the clouds mimicked my motion, trying to share my tension on dreary mornings and evenings lit up by traffic lights, taking away the boredom surrounding me. I couldn’t see many flowers blossoming, and this used to irk me always. Not many people could bother me except for a few whose orders I could not refuse; they were the only source of distraction in my world, but I never ran out of entertainment because of them. Streams of sorrow, blinding my eyes, often got mixed with raindrops or left stains on my pretty kerchiefs; an hour of star gazing healed me back into the bright sunny person that I always had been. Wherever I have been, one hope has never left my side: I will be happy. For this, I am what I am.
Poetic, as usual, Shreya. Greetings
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Thank you so much! Greetings to you too🌺
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This is a meandering and dazzling piece of writing, lapsing from conversational to surreal and symbolic one sentence to the next. Great stuff!
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Thank you so much, Scrunch, for your lovely words 😊
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This has not been a happy day…
but reading this reminds me of a part of myself where happy has found a home.
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Thank you! I’m honoured 😊
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I try to keep my memories alive inside of me. After reading this, I admit you made retrospection pop into my memories to find one that made sense. Yours is much better than any I saw for seconds. Keep creating these fabulous, majestic stories coming out from your mind and soul, Shreya
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Everybody’s life is like a beautiful story and the best part is, we can’t compare! Our expressions will vary, ofcourse!
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Yes, you are right, Shreya. To compare our lives with others can be good if they were leaders or stood out for what they believed in for the good of the world, etc.
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I agree
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Hope you have a interesting and fun first week of 2021, Shreya.
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Same to you😄
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Thank you
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