Rain. Yellow lights. Laundry. Smoke. Alarm. (as random as
the order could get!)
Hola new life. :)
And work. Sigh. The
one word that makes me curse the past four years of my life. Err. Okay who am I
kidding! The past four years of my life were awesome – read : liberating,
changing, all I could have asked for and refrained from. Ups and downs, highs
and the mellow. The sober and the sore. There’s an eighteen-year old you. And
then there’s a twenty-two year old you. And you are proud. Mighty proud. And
now, is when you finally understand why the parents asked you to wait for the
weekends do anything remotely joyous, droning on through the workdays –
inanimate, monotonous. Weirdly wise, the new you also understands these
obligations. The updated encumbrance. Where directions bifurcate, old flame
entwines and you welcome the entire sobriety that the universe has to offer. Snippets
of thought getting me anywhere? Somewhere. And I’m still flanking on the lines
of beginning this so called stint. Drone, flow, absorb. And leap.
;)
;)
