Random Scribble

The worst thing about time is that if flows swiftly enough to seem still, and so, when you're glad to have someone, you feel that feeling will last, but it doesn't, and when you are glooming and think this too will not stay, it does,

And I think of the two “acts of time”, I have seen both,

Act 1: The Vernal Equinox

Where it all began, an oblivious guy prancing with nothing as such to be happy about, except for his ignorance that which was apparently the key string holding up the smile on his face.

Returning back home from the job for my borrowed goal of earning tons when I had enough to live good enough, I saw a face, with something different about it, something that made me look at something with no thoughts at all in my mind but the thought of seeing it with all the focus I have got.

Not like I never felt a face to be beautiful, honestly, that’s basically every second face, what was different about this was, I didn’t felt like approaching and initiating a conversation, not because I didn’t want to, but simply because I was so preoccupied by the commitment of glancing over the moonlit cheeks raised at the anchoring smile that spread more joy through it’s presence than it had taken for being present.

What was it? I still don’t know, seemed like a dream back then maybe, pretty much what it seems right now too. I wonder if I would have ever gathered the guts to make a move more than leaving early from office at times to not miss getting a sight of you, had it not been for you to eventually notice that a frivolous guy was with regular dedication and consistency finally doing one thing with all focus, not missing a chance to be around to catch a glance each day.

Still don’t know what you saw in me, and I believe that’s exactly what you wonder too I guess, isn’t it? That one saffron eve you decided to bring a little ruby red by saying hello and trying to ask if I stay around, and me? I stood froze like an idiot until after a few seconds I just realised that I wasn’t dreaming in fact.

From first few words, to regular hi-hello’s, to occasional talks, to regular talks, to number exchange, to chat, to chats, to gossips, calls, video calls, and maybe what we can call as the contemporary alternative of our generation to this feeling called love.

Yeah it blossomed, just like the spring, and as I said, just before I could notice, the time was….OVER.

Time for….

Act 2: The Fall Equinox

You know, something terrible about all human relationships is we somehow always end up choosing something over people saying it is important for us and then a part of us keeps calling us ignorant liar for saying that.

It started with the first response that seemed bland, got dragged to disagreements over silly things and then fights, that seemed so ugly, each word out of my mouth in rage felt more like a stone I through at the glass castle we built.

It is difficult to win a fight with enemies, but fighting with people you love, is not even win-able, you are bound to lose either ways, either the person or yourself.

At least that is what I thought the two options were, but apparently there was a third option that I eventually took, losing both.

It is when you avoid the paths you took on purpose even if they were longer earlier, when you block the same people your screentime was high because of, when you suddenly start writing a heartbroken poetry and get a hundred likes on social media for it, saying it was heart breaking, that you wish to have never seen them, but your heart wishes to be with them even if it costs you to buy every chaos you are scared of.

And I would have bought all of the calamity if you were the place it all leads to, I’d have drowned more if the sea were you but, the chaos was me, the calamity was me and I was the dread of drowning that had being swallowing you and nothing but the marks of my fingers on your cheeks said that.

We were at a fault that I put put on you, and you were wise enough to not let that happen again. though, I still largely believe even if I get a chance at being able to make myself not meet you in the past, I would go to the past and mush myself even harder to fall for you, because, regardless of what it turned out to be, some people are worth falling for.

So…I was saying that the worst thing about time is…

~$KSR$