I was new to that part of the world
A world of words and formation of sentences of ones own likeness
It didnt have to be grammatically correct, nor did it have rules and specifications
You could just write everything, and there was lot of help technically for freshers like me, to make it look presentable
I took to writing, or infact a coloqial word as blogging, at a vulnerale point
a saturation point of 'just taking things the way it happens'
The Arien in me woke up, no wonder this space was named afer the zodiac
It had to vent out, and i vomitted it to this space
The space wouldnt have been appreciated by the so called 'positive thinkers' of the world
so didnt expect anything less than an advice, insult or criticism
Maybe it was etched in my mind so, and when the paradox happened, it was all too strange
A stranger entered into the private space... the space which still faintly smelt of the new coat of paint that i had given it
praised the work, the hardly 100 words in a jumble thrown into lumps and heaps,
something which i thought only i would comprehend
But, some one among the trillions of the so called bloggers, could empathise....comprehend...patiently read..
Who was he? Did he know me? Was he flirting????
or was it just a mistake when in search of something else?? (You know the way girls think, it just goes on...)
I wanted to ponder, possibly the way he understood the RAM
was not sure of the road i was taking... i had just started...
and before i could even blink, and straighten my back, everything had vanished.....
i stopped there......and let the stranger go....
After all, he was a stranger, wanted to be stranger, and went on to be that!!
I was alone in this space.... and i better be........
The words will keep pouring... and strangers will remain strangers.......
Please...........................this is not a love failure......................
Its just that i dont like strangers.........not any more.............
5 comments:
Hey Sruthi..This is new year..Cheer up....Strangers are fun, rite?
another stranger who just stumbled on ur blog while pressing the 'next blog' on the toolbar.
surprised to see the ram at my blog.
:P :P :P
Any way - about the current post.
You dont HAVE to like strangers- Or in fact, its impossible to like strangers - If you like someone, how can that be a stranger?
Or is it that you like someone for being a stranger?
Its nice to be a cat, but not the one with CURIOSITY.
whatever happens in life once, never happened at all --- Milan KUndera,
What must be ? it must be, it must be---- Beethoven
there is a sense of unbearable lightness when the stranger speaks words which we believe we alone know, the Lord Himself can be a stranger if we don't know His words. Life like us lives through circumstances like me a stranger writing this to someone I aint know, ess muss sein, it must be, it must be, life they say...
Stranger?????
yup.....'u don't like strangers' But still........why you are troubled about this stranger?????
Anyway, strangers cannot be there for ever and there should be some reason for everthing.....isnt?
frankyl,
wen strangers start to be less-stranger-like then its something to be caoutious about..
if they still remain as STRANGERS in ur list i guess its nothing to worry about..
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