I, Me and Myself

Sunday, June 01, 2008



Her name is Fray. (Because she was listening to “The Fray” and was not in a creative mood). She is the most anti-social girl/woman (Fickle minded) that you will ever (Not) meet. She lives far far away. She used to be a simple girl. Simple enough to fall in love and never tell. Simple enough to dance and feel she conquered the world. Simple enough to stay awake the whole night and message and then think it is love. Simple enough to cry for every romantic movie on earth. Simple enough to be happy and high on wine.

She had friends. Oh, thousands of them. Each better than the other. They made her laugh and shared their impossible dreams with her. They taught her how to swim, how to write and how not to fall in love. They taught her how to drink and how not to burn her face. How not to cry when the boss screams or how to wear spaghetti tops or get a new haircut to catch the eye of a certain somebody. They spoke about their fears, they wept. They made her world worthwhile. She never told them.

Then one day she moved away. Far far away. And everybody did the same. They told her she could not write. (One step behind). They told her many things that she could not handle. The results made her hard work non existent. (One step behind). They told her to buck up, get a life and go do something else. (One step behind). She complained, oh, that was all she could do. Anybody called and she would switch on the sob story. Her blog spoke of nothing else!! (One step behind). The calls stopped. She stopped blogging because she was scared people would judge her. She doubted if she could ever write again.(One step behind). What happened to her next was out of the movies, just before the heroine hits the jackpot. She was alone, broke and just plain tired. (One step behind).

Then she came back, and saw her friends. The one that told her that photo she loved looked ridiculous, or the cute boy radar was not working anymore. She had missed her. (One step behind). The another one who made her laugh and she had called teddy bear. One whom she liked to call her sunshine. (One step behind). One who had all her secrets and another whose secrets she had. One with whom she had sung all the songs they loved. One who always bought her chocolates. Another she had grown up with. So, so,so, many. She was blessed. (One step behind). She was thrilled. She had stories to tell them. Of what she had seen, what she had done. Her old friends. Ah, this time she would tell them what they meant because she had finally discovered what being alone had felt like. Alone, lying on a cold steel bed, in an empty room, shut windows while trying to chase her fears because she had no choice. (One step behind).

But she had taken too many steps behind.


To the year of social isolation, complete broke-dom, the only time she cried in that year (once!) and a far far away place.

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