There is this girl, that I know.
She would be afraid of things she doesn’t know. She would trust so easily. She would smile and never care, because she lives in the moment. She wants to take chances, fall and then, stand up again – hurt a little more each time. But, she would do all of these without a blink of her eye, without a second of hesitation.
She is my friend. A girl, that I know. It is not about how she deals with life. It is not about her care-free attitude. There would be so many people, calling her names, some even disregarding her dignity. But, she never shows that all this bothers her at all. She would do what suits her the best and what she is meant to do. Hurt, broken, disappointed, she would pick herself up, no matter what her past had for her. Because, she knows that life can change and may just change.
But, I think when that girl, my friend, goes to bed every night, she must be thinking how better life could be, if people just knew her better, understood her better. The more she smiles, the more sorrows she hides. She has her moments of weakness, which she doesn’t show.
The bleak road she walks upon do not know their entrances into the forests of forgotten thoughts and she walks, unperturbed into them, and returns wounded and would not worry about how that journey fared. She would just walk ahead.
The dark winds that pass by every monsoon, she is pretty much like them. She carries a lot of pain, a lot of moisture, but, her face would be steadfast, strong, confident. She hates it when people disapprove of her, don’t trust her enough, but, she would flow, knowing that at one point, she would rain and when the pain is washed out, she would be plain. Like, most good people who know what they are and still are ill-treated, she would bear all the insults. But, once she rains, she would be free from all of these. She would be someone else completely – someone she wants to be.
She would be herself.
Half pee bah day, dear friend of mine. You matter a lot to my tiny little world of happiness.
That Guy 