She
changed my perceptions on life; she extended my thoughts beyond life. She made
me curse this life; she made me hasten this life. Ever since I rubbed into her, my life has never been the same as her
powerful beauty curbed the expression of “anything” inside me. From being a
volatile character I transitioned into a “rabbit in a burrow” and excused the
fault of every other person. Past three
years of persistent exposure had made me dormant as I was reduced to a
voiceless existence when every other character dominated me. I walked past them;
I ignored them for she taught me what life was, what beauty was, what power
was, what aggression was and what I was. Her thoughts made up the most
significant element of my blood stream as
she flowed across my body filling it with nostalgic memoirs. She had made me stand still
and stare for hours, she had made me to make my parents cry; she had made me to
forget sleep, she had made me to profusely weep. She’s a region where there’s
no time, where there’s no question, where there’s no reason, where there’s no
greed, where there’s no chaos, where even the most basic house will humble a
mansion, where even the simplest food will make me forget hunger, where even a
blanket will comfort me like a king size bed, where even the most lonely
moments will keep me occupied. Time has, so far, favored by letting me
explore the depths of her through nostalgic road trips with the best of my
friends; luck has, so far, favored by letting me to be a spectator when best of
the moods prevailed around her. I assume never ending energy, fueled by her
thoughts, will keep me going for many years to come; years through which my
life will wind through stunning moments; moments through which I may cry or
grin. Irrespective of what’s in store
for the future, I’ll continue to murmur “No one told me about her” by Malcolm McLaren
as I dream away my entire time, my entire life thinking about her…
