Hi readers, it’s been long that I wrote and shared my experiences with you.
Stepping into 24 has been a whole new experience for me. The Independence that I feel is lifting me every moment and helping me to turn into a lady from that small girl who was swayed by all the things that sparkled. It’s no more about words; it’s much more than that. Hearing those unsaid words in complete silence and understanding everything such as those rain drops on the leaves, the birds chirping, people walking on the footpath, a small kid sitting on the railing and waving bye. Everything makes sense now.
Falling in love is no more the same as it was used to be. No more butterflies, no more excitement. It’s a serene feeling that takes you to a whole new world wherein everything is not accountable and yes it’s not forced even. It’s like a drop of water falling onto the leaves and finding their own way, so effortless. But sometimes I wonder how things have changed, it’s no more about those dolls or chocolates, it’s more about what you are feeling at that particular moment. Setting yourself free. I’m still waiting for that feeling when I’d feel all these things and understand love. It has indeed turned out as a mystery to me.
The journey is no less than a roller coaster ride or I may say it’s like a season, sometimes spring, sometimes scorching summer and sometimes like a winter cold winds that are bitter sweet in their own way.
I feel like a cotton flower, who keeps on wandering here and there and as soon as it feels it has settled on a place, the wind comes and it takes it along with it to another direction. I have started to love this journey, full of sweet-bitter pain. Sometimes I feel I should jump high and touch the sky like a small girl in her polka dots skirt and sometimes I enjoy and feel the winds blowing and thank god for every beautiful moment he bestows upon me. I guess it’s the beginning. The beginning of a journey which shall open up new horizons of life.
Entering into this phase of life has been a big leap, wherein I was leaving behind the innocence and entering into the world where everything runs by logic. Where there are no more fairy tales, everything was practical. Where there are no free lunches just a sinking ship which comes on the shore every day and at night it goes back into deep sea.
It’s not dull readers, but it is one of the best phases of my life, where I’m stronger than before and ready to take on life whatever challenges it throws in front of me. But in a more practical way, where the heart still hurts the same way but I rule it and move on for another miracle to happen.
