Archers Adda

Adda is Hindi for den/lair.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Bidding adieu

I took each small step one at a time. But each step would only fall in the bigger footprints of what others tread.

When I look back at my life, I realise the small steps I took in a different direction, because I'd always felt different. Even when I was a kid, and even now at 26.

I've begun to notice the general flow of things. Of life. Of friendships. Of Work. Of satisfaction. Goals. Aspirations. Ambitions.

I've just broken away from a friendship; rather a friendship that just faded away with the passage of time. Ego's clashed, heated arguments followed, but it couldn;t bring back the good times we'd had before.

I'd always kept reality far away from me. So far that I forgot how nasty it could be when it struck my life with all of its impact. I believe we all live happy, guilt free lives until reality comes in to give us the popular check up.

I've made the decision to keep it where it's always been. Somewhere in the back of my mind. We can have endless check ups later, but I do want to cherish the good times whenever they come by. Should I look at some issue through the eyes of a sinister person? It would've helped if the results of pure logic didn't sting that bad. But then, it usually does, after all the damage has been done.

I don't know how to take the step ahead. For every step brings me nothing but despair. As much as I'd like to savour the good times this new direction could bring forth, I dread the aftermath.

I usually am the afermath. To me, everythings had to have an end. I've never been a tight rope walker, and never will be.

So here's to the good times; times I'll always cherish.

I bid adieu to this friendship I had, and wish myself some luck, happiness, and love to my next rendezvous in a new friendship, however short it might be.