Truth was what she
how it felt.
It did hurt her, but not entirely, only like a pinch - lasted for a second but woke her up.
like the last strike of bitterness in the soup - that made the entire soup somewhat sour.
but it was still her Sun, without which she could barely survive. She needed the truth but she didn't want it.
We thought the
equation of success should be
talent + job = money (no. of vacations × weeks of work)
But Success turned out to be a recipe with lots of ingredients to add and all in different proportions. It needed years of practise to have cooked it perfectly. What else? If you couldn't stir it well all throughout, you'd burn it.
She checked the calendar.
"Birthday" she said
"yet another" she added.
Her eyes glowed, she couldn't wait for all the little surprises in line for her that day.
She checked her calendar.
"Birthday", she said.
"yet another", she added.
Adjusting herself to her routine like everyday.
She wasn't going to celebrate
Work did not have to change her perspective.
A whole year lies ahead
and a bunch of promises made to myself
A blank spherical mind
with many scattered words
with the tangent that fear makes
unfulfilled expectations, guilt and doubts
Yet amidst these
there's a powerful shinning line
that cuts across them all.
The New Beginning Joke
No I am not talking about resolutions and promises
I am talking about a new beginning...
I'd quote that again with the same joke I found to be the most relevant with this situation
“Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor…I am Pagliacci.”
It is that moment which marks the end of the highest of all hopes!
Well, that Pagliacci's "...