You cry because you miss a part of yourself. You can’t be that particular person with anyone else in the world, as if a space within you, which you shared only with this friend, no longer exists.
Like most of us, birthday rituals have been a part of my life.There have been philosophical birthdays when I questioned why my birthday has to be different from any other day and it felt like just another day.Other times, when someone else decided to make a huge fuss about my birthday, it felt like the…
“You’ll turn God-like”, the serpent had said.
She wondered if that could be true.
Put someone on a pedestal and they’re bound to fall.
Because that day, I knew he was the right one.
The night before, three figures moved noiselessly around it.
The essence of her life, can’t be put in words.
But her life came in seasons, with pain and gain.
So many friends, now mere shadows.
Universe embraced me. And I knew I’ll do good.
You all must tell your story, however silly or small because stories live long after we are gone.