It's around 25 times by now since 9-11-1996 that I've experienced the frosted dew of December, that I've seen the blooms of April, that I've tried to squeeze the long days of blazing June with the tang of mangoes and that I've stimulated my auditory canal by walking on the crumbled dry amber leaves of October.
Throughout this life so far, I have been developed and devastated periodically and with a certain clicks of transformation, by now I stand with multitude of emotions and points of view. Many came, much happened a lot I did to consume myself that owes almost an equivalent proportion of good, bad and average. But somewhere something remained constant with variable someones that the introduction to whom, made me sit on the chair of C Y ( a person who is centre of N O attention or talk). S U R E , and the imagination bee created a massive comb in heart that dripped the drops of expectations but which has never lasted for so long and the reality hunted and chopped it down causing, G H (Sudden end of O contact with S someone without T any explanation)' I N G. But it's not the end since every ending is a new beginning and so is continued here. Though this breathing monument of 5.4 ft has reached its final size and the construction is over but yet not the process of renovation!
Life generated various regrets but time unfolded me the disguised blessings. Like I opted medical (science of body) but after four years of robotic input, I finally realized my #mistake and switched to literature (science of soul).
Various entities like family, friends and fellows kept on switching the ears to my voice and my gratitude still accompanies them like a ghost never mind yet it seems that I almost remained wrong in making the right choices until I met my PEN that by listening to me, itself becomes my voice thus truly becoming my T R (A trusty, honest U E fellow). P E N N Y.
■□■// My pen is actually another me who records my state to preserve myself.// ■□■
It made me a warrior in the army where pen fights, defends and attacks instead of the sword. It made me an inhabitant of a galaxy of writers that emit the radiating light of M E (to do something with soul, R creativity or love, to put A yourself in it). K I.
Meanwhile I am making #mistakes while what to support and what to condemn but my love for pen is holding me to stay on third road.
And perhaps I am making another #mistake right now saying all this. But may it be not a long lasting regret. So far whatever I considered mega mistakes of my life that I regretted for, later on stood me grateful for the very things.
■ □■// Inside me, there is situated a colossal museum with the memories hung on its walls that echo whatever has been mine once, the laughters, the sobs, the applause, the condolences and the still continued expectations, plans and dreams. //■□■