If you stand still at 5 pm in the midst of CST, a melange of assorted faces, colours and smells descends upon you like an avalanche, a little wonderful and a lot more intimidating. It's like one of those hindi films where you standstill in one place and the rest of the world is a blurry mess. And yet, you walk one step forward and you merge with the crowd and soon you are one of those faces, swept away by the masses, trying to fight out but finally you succumb, because simply, it's easy.
Everyone wants to be unique, I know I'm not the only one who wishes to be like that. But not fitting into a popular clique hurts, doesn't it? I want to stay in one place and lie down, under the stars and look for shapes in the clouds as they dance around the moon and stars. I want to stop and stare. I want to allow myself to be unique without hating myself for it.
And some day, when I know myself well enough, I will. And one day, I'll sing, "I won't worry my life away"
I won't worry my life away (:
Life is a chaos till you stand still and look at the pieces fall into place like a jigsaw puzzle.
Till then, everything is a disjointed, fragmented distortion of what could be reality.
It's almost like looking at yourself in broken shards of glass - as pieces or as an individual.
Now that you're gone, all that is left is memories.
You've left. And I find it so hard to believe and accept. I don't know when I'll see you again or when we'll sleep over together again or when we'll go to Carter's and have yummy donuts and Gogola golas and shawarma again or when we'll obsessively take pictures on my laptop webcam again or when we'll dress and sing into hairbrushes again or when we'll stay up all night and make weird names for random people such as Anuwanupoochicoochie again or when we'll prance along the 5th floor corridor sing VIP underwear songs again or when we'll pass pointless notes to each other in French class again or when we'll coo over Rojoa again or when we'll bitch about incredibly ugly people in amazingly tiny clothes again or when we'll make strange codenames for people again or when we'll compulsively chew on blocks of ice again or when we'll get drunk (me) and dance in Goa's clubs again or when we'll get ourselves temporarily tattooed on the beaches of Goa again or when we'll eat crispy chicken with tartar sauce in the shacks again or when we'll laugh at stupid lolcats and FMLs again or when we'll sing "Time of your life" on karaoke again. I'm going to miss you Akanksha Aurora. I'm going to miss you and all the hundreds of memories we've had together. I promise to make a hundred new memories with you when you come back. I love you <3
With love to you, from me.