I had seen her a really long time ago. That was the only thing that I could force myself to think when I saw her today. Time had brought about the only thing it promised... A Change.. A Change that was like every other of its kind- always ready to lose itself into the only constancy of life, which I'd like to say is a series of Metamorphoses...
It wasn't the glint in her eyes or the frequency of that smile, on genuineness of them both that had changed. It wasn't the way she looked around, as if everything in this world, small or big, mattered.
It was the onset of the first few signs of age... Yet, unlike every other woman, she wore the early gray of her hair with pride.
I didn't dare approach her. I preferred that distant glance. Recognition wasn't going to change anything.
6 comments:
shit yaaa... im so afraid some friend of mine who'll meet me 10 years from now will feel the same way about me. i hope i can wear my greys with pride.. whenever that happens. Why do people get old. why cant we freeze. 18 nahin to....25 till i die bhi chalega.
sigh!!
tbg's lucky in that sense. he'll never have the grey hair problem he he he he
^hahahah! nice one diiip!
sweetheart, a beautiful post, as usual :)
you make me feel like a dipshit.
not good :|
Crazaay! LOL. That was good! Really good! xD
Someday, I'm sure that's going to happen to all of us you know! :)
Nil, Shut up! You're the one who's going to get published one day! :)
well it kinda gets you thinkin dat how its gonna be wen you see som1 after years so long, whichever side you are on, its gonna be devastating.. nice post.. :)
Namit,
My SPacE- Wen i was a boy
Thanks Namit :)
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