THINGS WHICH I THINK ARE THE MOST WEIRD ABOUT ME 1. I hate mustards. I know some people might have the same dislike but have you ever heard of anyone picking mustards one by one from their plates, counting them and even naming them ? Well, I once named one TINY.
2. The way to destinations are always not easy but what if someone cannot even learn it like how others do ? I'm terrible at learning roads and places, the reason being reluctance to concentrate. I could be a crappy driver.
3. Many people hesitate to look in the mirror while they cry, but in my case, I always have the urge to see myself sobbing, which most of the times have made me blush in embarrassment. Those times, I would suddenly wipe away all the tears and give a small smile at myself. Trust me it really works !
4. Washing, folding and arranging clothes are the three things I hate the most. But I can beautifully fold all the waste papers and candy wrappers before tossing them to the trash bin without any second thought. Who knows, someday I might even arrange them into a perfect gewgaw.
These are the most weird things I've noticed about me but I assume that there are plenty more which are yet to be discovered. As for now, this is it. Thankyou for your patient reading and let me know what all things you think are weird about you in the comments below. So, what are you waiting for. Go on !
Words don't find space inside my mind these days. Forgotten the way, forbidden from being found or frightened in some mysterious abyss. I know not. And I keep lingering around, reminding my mind to loot the flag hoisted territories inside my brain. It seems that desires no longer stand or have a chance to bring back the lost words to their uninhabited province.
Maybe I shouldn't wait. Or maybe I should, with a hope that " things return if it is meant to be with you, no matter what ". And once they're back, I might want to celebrate by decorating the dark sky with lanterns that light the night and music on my radio that sings to let go of all the fears and painful anticipations. I'll gaze upto infinity sitting on my little wooden lifeboat and welcome every curves and blankspaces of lines yet to be written. And maybe I would even make an unbreakable vow to stick to those lyrics with the world a witness.
But for this time, I only wish for my long lost lines to return. I could only wish.
On the wind of dreams, Through skies of blue, And overcast by storms, Hopes dashed, strewn About the callous earth. Cries in the night, Lyrics of unspeakable grief. Notes and letters of love, Affirmations, secrets, Poetries on parchment, inked. Seeds, planted in the Fertile minds of children, Words of comfort, In the heart of a friend...
Every day, Our memoirs are written On the pages of time.