Actually being wholesome and not finding that one person, who’d fit you like a missing piece off a puzzle, is quite alright. :)
Life is strange. It has its own beautiful moments. Like on a soft breezy ride, you befriend a couple of boys, and while three of you walk the road to your college and their school, one of the charming lads, takes your hand and surprisingly kisses it, and leaves a lingering smile, and you smile with sweet consideration. While the little boy, smilingly turns around and watches you as you disappear on the forked path.
While you walk on the path, you are greeted by a lost feather, which was meant solely for you. Like a secret message from the blue yonder.
Sometimes, instead of a coin you hand over a candy to the eunuch who comes by and she smiles at you and blesses you and chuckles and goes away.
Playing sudoku with grandpa and befriending him before he goes away to that place we come from...
Watching boys gather tadpoles in a plastic bag.
The feel of the first rain, as your hand reaches out. Street kids dancing in the rain, an older boy dances with a 4 year old, imitating his dance steps, while and old woman struggles to keep herself dry with a plastic cover.
Watching romantic movies and leaving them like a spectator.
Gorging on food like it was a substitute for an exciting evening.
Experiencing time pass you by, while you sit motionless.
Listening to music, like it was meant for you, like every sad moment belonged to you, every intimate gesture was for you. Just like that. Every 3 minute song, made your life a reason to live.
A phone call from a long lost friend.
A memory that brings a smile, even though it happens to be a re-run you don’t ever get bored of ever.
Sometimes, it’s nice to know, that you’re here, and doing the things you like, and ambition takes a back seat. But carefully, makes its way outside. Slowly but steadily, you become that person, you want to be.
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