about who

who left her heart, her body,her mind
who unveiled her soul that winter night.
who lost all hope when the times changed
who walked alone during the hard summer rains.
who kissed her lover a fond goodbye
who turned her face when she wanted to cry.
who stared into the mirror, to find out more
who saw herself become what she wasn't before
who sat by the bridge, breathing in smoke
who laughed herself to tears when the thunder spoke.

under some falling rain

In the midst of what seemed like a never ending and forced, love cum revenge story, I did manage to take out some time and enjoy the rain.Something I had been dying for.The rain feels like a blessing, not because its hot or humid or anything, just that it comes after long months of waiting, lots of prayers and blog posts.

Preoccupied with thoughts belonging to vaguely connected genres, my only distraction is the feeling of nostalgia.Memories hardly make me want to go back into the past.My school years don't make any sense to me.In terms of academics, I sucked.And eventually, I didn't even care.My friends circle was erratic.It's like, I was sort of passed on, not a very nice feeling I must say.

College, however, was different.It was adventurous, rowdy, beautiful and unforgettable.In short, fun.It gave me 'upstage', across, philosophy.My friends, a few very very special people who didn't care if the world was looking.The past three years gave me memories which are hard to forget and the deal is this, that I never really want to get over them.That IS kind of sad but then what the hell.For a change, this is a past which I don't regret, something which I'm not in a hurry to forget.These are memories which I want to keep as I grow and not leave behind.

And now that my thumb is bleeding, I think I should take care of that.

Yea...I wish.

Idiot!

Just when I was going to write about the pretty rains today, it got sunny.Wonder what kind of fun you derive from this anyway!