It's been a little
more than a year I wrote something for myself. I mean, this- my little space.
But, today seemed like a perfect moment to recommit to what I love.
Checking few
things- earphones plugged in. Volume upped to maximum- just to put off the irksome
environment. I started. And I lost myself in a jiffy. I felt nervous- jumpy,
like a butterfly tingling effect in my stomach, which never really happened
before. THAT feeling!
I’m going to bury
that away, and let the happiness of the reason outshine it.
Back in 2011, one
stupid boy walked in my life. He blissfully came, did what he was ‘famous’ for,
and made a quiet entry in my life. Slyly. Somewhere between knowing each other and
today; he termed me an emotionally damaged girl. And I went a step ahead and
wrote a blog post about how I’m just emotionally cautious and not dam-blah-ged!
(Oh! 21 year olds do that! *_*). And he, just to add, was another ‘age-not-to-be-mentioned’
boy who probably reacted more to Google than human feelings.
Well, that was two
years ago. Things changed.
Call it his nature;
where he couldn’t really leave anything midway and had to sort/ organize things
(emotional damage) like he wanted; or simple boy falling in love with a stupid
girl; we’ve reached here.
Following
its routine, time has changed significantly. By 12 and half hours precisely.
Among
many here-and-there rules, celebrating birthday together was one of them. Today,
is his birthday. And I couldn’t really think of any other way to celebrate it,
by writing; by recommitting to one thing I love more.
S,
Watch
me over when I call it a day.
Let’s
dance to the tune, as you say.
It’s
just a beautiful mess over here.
Let
me gaze till the clock strikes 12 there.
Happy
Birthday.
Love,
yours.
