I was thinking of putting up my new piece... It was one of those things which would have given an idea of how radically different I could think... but it was not to be. An old acquaintance.. a friend back from the dead... A person who never mailed me first... it was always me who was expected to take the initiative... No. I am being harsh. She must have talked to me on her own on several occasions. Infact, it was 8th Jan 2002 when someone contacted me at 5:30 in the morning, waking me from the trance I was in, reading some stupid computer thing. The "netsend" asked for something called Aspen. I was hardly the person anyone would ever have asked for such a thing. With no deception, the messages told me the truth and I was surprised. Things happened and they were good, for I was in a transition then.
Things came to a jam for no fault of mine and I did not even bother patching up. I thought that would show me as vulnerable. I was a kid then and am a kid now. I learn and learn and yet, there is so much to learn. Anywayz, the person back from the dead, talked of the mistakes I made, that took us apart. Why do people have to remember the mistakes, They can remember several things, but they prefer to remember my failings and my mistakes. I wonder why?
All my life, I have been really hard on myself and yet they are not satisfied. but it was wonderful listening to someone whom I had listenend to, before and it was nice to know that the hatred still existed. Emotions still remained, so what if they were of hatred and pain.
Har kadam par ghire, magar seekha,
kaise girton ko thaam kete hain.
that is all life has taught me and I am trying to do.
Things came to a jam for no fault of mine and I did not even bother patching up. I thought that would show me as vulnerable. I was a kid then and am a kid now. I learn and learn and yet, there is so much to learn. Anywayz, the person back from the dead, talked of the mistakes I made, that took us apart. Why do people have to remember the mistakes, They can remember several things, but they prefer to remember my failings and my mistakes. I wonder why?
All my life, I have been really hard on myself and yet they are not satisfied. but it was wonderful listening to someone whom I had listenend to, before and it was nice to know that the hatred still existed. Emotions still remained, so what if they were of hatred and pain.
Har kadam par ghire, magar seekha,
kaise girton ko thaam kete hain.
that is all life has taught me and I am trying to do.
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