There are certain turns that your life unexpectedly makes sometimes that you just don't get the point of. Maybe that's because you're not supposed to. I suddenly realize that I am 19,for instance. There's no going back on the past years and there's a whole future ahead of me(I hope!
). So I try and take 'The Walk Of Life' with a smile...And on this walk, which happens to be in the rain and is more of a jog than a walk, I start wondering why it is that some people just can't be happy for others. Or for themselves for that matter. Why a friend has to hold on to YOUR past and haunt you with it. Why do some people believe that they are holding on to an almost broken thread when they know that it need not be the case and just truly saying what you feel could prevent you from having that misconception?
And now, for some very odd reason, I am remembering myself swinging. The swing is put there especially for me when it is not the monsoons in Calcutta. It is in my grandmother's garden in her beautiful house in a small quiet lane in Alipore. I see the squirrels and the birds and the star-fruits. The ones that my grandfather would order the gardener to pluck for me before the crows ate them and then fondly send it to me knowing that I loved having it with black salt(which smells of fart,FYI). I get glimpses of the gray sky through the leaves swaying in the wind. I feel something refreshingly new. Freedom.