Not all days are the same. There are those nameless faceless ones that are born out of ennui and quickly fly into oblivion. Nothing good comes from them. All they do is burn rubber. They don't take us closer to our destination. Then there are those days when the skies open up. There is an earth scattering screech, the kind you know will give way to a loud bang. Scarred for life you limp along, again. Crying over those who died and hurting for those who refused to ride with you again, you ride, for this is the only option you have known. And then there are those rare rare fairytale days. The ones that starts off without a cause but go on to transform themselves into days of momentous impact. These are those days that leave behind magical memories. That feeble hint of a smile amidst deep furrows of pain are from days as these. Travelers in time that we are, let's pray for short burst of sunshine and a fair share of fairy tale days.
I think I am an actress too...l however; I see my worlds collide at times... How do you keep them separate?
ReplyDeleteI don't. But then, rarely do others know ? ;)
DeleteYour words put me in a trance. I'm probably going to quote these one day with your reference. Beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteNow, these are your words too. Quote freely :)
DeleteVisited your blog. Refreshingly different. Loved it.
God...you said so much....amazing :)
ReplyDeleteI am no competition Sadia :)
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