Spend decades in a city, make friends, make promises, write letters, gift earrings, cry over coffee.
Then leave all that behind for another city.
Another life.
Another set of friends, a new set of promises, type in texts, gift more earrings and gloss over tears.
Then you leave all that and go back expecting people to be the same.
The kind who made friends with you, made promises, wrote letters, gifted earrings, hugged when you cried.
But they change.
And you are left rummaging through old letters, locating pairs of earrings and lying awake in Caffeine induced insomnia.
16 comments:
people should stop giving you earrings. What about a necklace instead? :)
Why isn't anyone else commenting on this post? The story of her life, isn't this what makes Bedatri Bedatri?
I think it is.
This is an awesome piece...buckets of rain. Love ya.
Loved this, and so true!
see i commented,are you happy karthik?
sad that you commented for my happiness as opposed to the obvious. This isn't some contest anyway.
thanks, though :)
yes.....and then there are times when we realise that the one person we thought we knew so well is actually so different......
We all change. And we move on. Sad truth of life.
Places change, people change, everything's in flux.
But you must have got lots of earrings by now! ;)
miss B,
the blog's the only way I get to know you're out there on the other side these days. Please write some more, and let me know, you know.
So true.. All these changes are so much a part of life. yet they hurt so much.. I can feel every bit of this, right now..
this just makes so much sense!
:)
love you buckets of rain!
For those of you who havve seen it, this reminds me of the "How I Met Your Mother2 Dopplegangers episode.
Meant to comment on this long time ago. Liked it and totally agree :)
.....and yet thats all what we live for.
beautiful. :)
..and you are left rummaging.. :)
loved the sense of hurry in the post... apt with what it conveys... lovely! and yes one does feel like Rip Van Winkle...
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