Before emerging from chalkboard-black-tunnels.

When I look back I feel a magnitude of fondness. For all the people who have got onto this box-like train of mine, at different stops, at different signals, and have made me emerge resplendently magnificent, through even chalkboard-black-tunnels. I miss those who got down at different stations, for reasons unknown, who packed their bags and waved goodbye, with a doleful look in their eyes. In all these years, I've been taught to look at things from other's perspectives, and even though I thought myself as a nonjudgemental being, I learned that when it came to situations new to me, I din't do anything but judge. When faced with these new situations myself, did I learn that I reacted not differently than those who I had misjudged. I have warmth for all the people who stayed in that compartment and never got down no matter what station came by. I have warmth for those who got down at a station, to empty their minds, only to get back on at the next station and fill those empty compartments with joy and happiness again.


Before emerging from the chalkboard-black-tunnels, I unwrapped beautifully packaged relations, to discover that I can love more people than one. And that every relation need not be agreed upon, as a socially acceptable one. And that, that is okay. I have felt tremendous love and affection for the tiny beings, who well are quite larger in size than me in reality, who have walked into my life, and breathed fresh air and perspective.


In retrospect, I would never take back any decision I have taken. I would always love people in my life in a gooey-mushy-hot-chocolate-fudge-way. I would always cherish every person who has boarded this train and made it fly with such exuberance that it never stopped, and would swish through that chalkboard-black-tunnel with ease and lightheartedness, looking back at a journey well lived, and another to yet begin.




I love you'll in a gooey-mushy-hot-chocolate-fudge-way. Yes you :)