she had been waiting..... for long enough now. another day, another week or even a month didnt make a difference. she could still wait. clutching to the torn rags of fate. perhaps she was at its mercy. and to her it was the only truth.
she felt it that fateful first day when it had been just a far off glance. 2 years closed, she felt the very same. that emotion that couldn't be explained.
sometimes she dismissed it a fascination, sometimes it felt godly. at other times it was sheer anger, and then pity.
EMOTIONS afterall...... are never stable. time loses its battle against them. and so does trust.

in this two sided battle that swayed favourtism she had been unable to stick to a thought. the highs were always submerged in the consequent lows. each time the happiness that took its infant steps was killed by its enemy. falling and learning to walk again.

she is waiting..............

state of mind........

crucification! murder! phlegm! melancholy.
failure can turn the sanguine to permanent retirement.
and the world's biggest anthems are composed.
in retrospect, life is a comedy of errors.
past always is viewed in humor.