Complaint Corner

And they say that time is fleeting? I see permanence in every moment. As if every tick-tock is a lifetime. As if every beat is complete.

Life is a box of chocolates, Forrest.
But we were never told about the bitter ones. Affinity to dark chocolates is an acquired taste, contrived in most cases. You learn to enjoy it, the seduction of the nubile taste. Essentially, chocolates are not supposed to leave you bitter- quite literally. Then again, exceptions galore. Sigh!

The infantile ebullience of trying your hand at something for the very first time is beyond words. It can be manifested in various forms of emotions- excitement, apprehension, despair, intense happiness et al. No wonder the experimental side in us dies a slow painful death. We become accustomed to our bubble, and disturbing it causes immense discomfort. A 'sigh' moment, yet again.

The rancorous me is on a roll today, I wonder why?! The world isn't a bad place after all. You do see whites in this milieu of greys and blacks. Just focus, my dear Watson, and you shall be blinded by their refulgence.

And oh, I always thought that The Audacity of Hope was a rather fiercely personal pompous statement. Little did I know that the Uncle Sam's Administrator has penned down his views on the very same hyperbole. Must get my hands on it. Now!

It had been a long time...

Since my feet touched the ground.
Since I felt the dew on the grass.
Since I had held a child's gaze- pure and piercing.
Since I jumped with a kid in pure joy.

It had been a long time. And today somehow, I realised, the interim was not that prolonged afterall.

If I could go back..

I would like to revisit the boy playing in the mud during a very heavy downpour.
I'd like to say goodbye to the friend that I promised to meet again in life, sometime.
I would have eaten one more cheesecake, and not worried about my belly!
I might have spoken a li'l longer, overlooked lesser.

Only if I could go back, it would all have been different.