She had mesmerizing eyes. I’ve never met her and am pretty sure that I’m never going to. That’s a tragedy but I’m also happy that someone did meet her, who connected "us" and thanks to this connection I was able to figure out so much about myself, things that I love, people and the harsh reality that what we often consider to be a harsh reality is actually not.
Now, it was me who, at first, tried for hours to figure out the lies and deceit in her eyes. The problem is with me (or should I say, with us). And now I spend days wondering and trying to figure out that something to which our senses respond so well, can be so true. It’s like a mirror but just that it shows reflections of a better world with hope and beauty.
I pray for her. For myself. For everything and everyone I believe in.
Complex? Maybe. I see many things clearly now. Be happy for me.
Grammatically incorrect? Maybe. You know, I don’t care.
Love, G.
12, 13, 14-11-2010, Mumbai.
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