And My Eyes Begin To Sting..

Sometimes, every so often in our timorous lives, we hope that facing our worst fears is best. And so we ditch the pretty little rose colored glasses that we feel so comfortable in and jump !

Out in to the unknown. The unknown of another's emotions. Their sentiments.

I've never heard a brave and valiant tale where the dragon was concurred and they lived happily ever after. I guess that's because no one thought the experience one of bravado, worthy of being shouted about from roof tops. Or I'm sure I'd have heard.

So. That's of course the only reason I leapt. Peppy rose-tined glasses neatly tucked into my pocket and wham !!!!

I awake to the sensation of burning flesh and charred sensitivities. The parachute of good sense (or self-preservation at the very least) did not prevail.

After quickly checking to see that there are no witnesses to my "embarexperience" I quickly walk away from the scene. And my eyes begin to sting...

That Day

One day, someone's mother died. And on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, the daughter was stuck with pain of learning that sometimes, there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more lucky moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute" Sometimes. what we care about the most goes away never to return. And then all those things we never had the courage to say hang in the air. Like "I'm Sorry", "I never doubted you", "I'm so proud of you" or "I love being with you". So while we have them, it's best we love them and care for them and fix it when it's broken. This is true not only of marriages and friendships, but of children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips and parents who don't seem to understand you or siblings who stress you out. Sometimes we do keep things - like a best friend who moved away, or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy. But no matter what, all people we come across in life are important. They make us who we are so we have to keep them close. Cherish them while we can.

The Sponge Theory

It's weird but I keep thinking of a certain conversation between Nikhil and Shanti that I was privy to and he was telling her it was weird how she was having second thoughts about texting a certain guy (who incidentally was her object of interest for the very reason that she felt she could chat to him about anything at anytime). And I'm sitting there thinking to myself - this is such a classic phenomenon that we all go through.

We are so enamoured by one or the other person we meet for this that or the other reason and then we want to hold on to that awesome feeling of camaraderie and "soulmateship" that we start walking around on eggshells around that person.

And then things begin to sour from the effort and then the accusation of "I feel I have to watch everything I say around you" is thrown around and the soulmates decide their souls aren't that "matish" after all so they decide to part ways. Never mind that inside they are starved of that beautiful experience which they were lucky enough to feel because of all that they were to each other. Isn't it funny !

That's why I am determined to live my life like a Sponge and absorb all the driftwood, flotsam and jetsam that's sent my way by life's sea. And I was at a loss for words to express it till I came across this little verse by Anais Nin which goes like this :

"Each friend represents a world in us,

a world possibly not bornuntill they arrive,

and it is only by this meeting

that a new world is born"

So here's to happy sponging !