It is friday evening and I’m sitting all alone in my room. Weird thoughts cross my mind as I lay my eyes upon him. Something in the back of my head tells me that I don’t want to be with him, and an involuntary smile stretches across my face as our eyes meet. His presence chokes me and I rarely feel comfortable around strangers. He is no stranger for the matter, yet no stranger could be stranger than this. The convulsions in my stomach are maturing into fits as I helplessly watch them make plans for the evening. There is not much one can do to avoid situations such as these. A social animal – that is what man is. The voice in my head keeps telling me that I don’t want to step on to the bus. He could hardly be any fun.
I gleam with pride as they realize, I was right. This was hardly any fun. A total waste of time and money, especially money which we had little of. A sudden gush oh wind cleared the winter night’s fog. Our eyes now lay upon the gleaming lights at a distance. Childish though, but a temptation for sure. The rides changed it all for ever. A mutation of characters, change of perception, and evolution of relationships. One like the musketeers is what we felt on top of the ship, and the feeling has lived ever since in each one of us. Strangers?.... we still are, to the feeling that existed and how it changed. Maybe it was the armor we stepped out of to step onto the rides. The bonds of formality and feeling of insecurity is what we shed that day, and replaced them with bonds of friendship and security.
Was it all about the ride then? How would have our lives been any different had we not stepped onto the ship? Would we still have been friends? And if yes then, then would it have been this strong? Things we can never find answers to.
I guess still on the ride is what we are!
- tHEoRIGINALbEAST
I gleam with pride as they realize, I was right. This was hardly any fun. A total waste of time and money, especially money which we had little of. A sudden gush oh wind cleared the winter night’s fog. Our eyes now lay upon the gleaming lights at a distance. Childish though, but a temptation for sure. The rides changed it all for ever. A mutation of characters, change of perception, and evolution of relationships. One like the musketeers is what we felt on top of the ship, and the feeling has lived ever since in each one of us. Strangers?.... we still are, to the feeling that existed and how it changed. Maybe it was the armor we stepped out of to step onto the rides. The bonds of formality and feeling of insecurity is what we shed that day, and replaced them with bonds of friendship and security.
Was it all about the ride then? How would have our lives been any different had we not stepped onto the ship? Would we still have been friends? And if yes then, then would it have been this strong? Things we can never find answers to.
I guess still on the ride is what we are!
- tHEoRIGINALbEAST
good one buddy!! aye aye captain...following ur footsteps
ReplyDelete@Sandeep,
ReplyDeleteHey dude, I wonder what made you visit this post? So hows life at your end. I bet you exp sumthing similar in first sem as well.