There Are Instances When I Am Like 'you Okay?', 'did You Eat?', 'take Care!', 'It Will Be Fine..', 'be

There are instances when I am like 'you okay?', 'did you eat?', 'take care!', 'It will be fine..', 'be safe..', and then there are instances when I am 'Go to hell, and contact me for address!'.

That's no fight between my angel and devil part. Infact, they are best friends and often sit with warm coffee gossiping about the people I encounter everyday. They analyse and decide accordingly who, among them, is to show up, at what time, and before who. And me? I just trust their decisions.

I feel sometimes we ponder too much about the purpose of the people who enter in our lives. The fact is that some of them are only here to witness us go through life. Like see us, and cheer for us from the side. As in not jumping in our struggles to save us, and not merrily enjoying our happiness. Like a cricket fan watching a match of two foreign countries, loving none.

There is something special about being seen, and perceived. Like just stay there, and watch me play. But just stay. Your presence is fulfilling if not overwhelming.

The words when in my head were so divinely beautiful that I bathed in the joy of having them. But as soon as they left my mouth, they were rusty, dirty, meaningless and I felt ashamed of ever uttering them.

What is this dual character, dear words!?

Growing up each day, we realize not everyone we've been close to has the same perspective as us about life. Our approaches are different and so are our takes on different situations.

Growing up good, however, means we share different perspectives yet not drift apart. It is like walking on the same road, on a starry night, and glancing at different stars, and still loving them for the same reasons.

Togetherness doesn't mean stark similarity. It means mutual differences yet honest love.

How easy it is for a person sitting beside you, smiling at your antics, to get reduced into a picture, that you can only stare at. The unfathomable distance when one among the two of us is no more a living thing.

The worst part of it all is you have to come in terms with this tragedy. You cannot resent them for leaving because it was not in their hands. And you cannot blame god, because that is what he does with everybody.

There are some days you spend thinking of them. There are some days you spend talking of them. Some days even dreaming of them. But eventually they have to cease existing in your memory too. For your own good. Such irony.

Me: *gives letters to an astronaut*

Astronaut: Tha...

Me: Not for you kid, these are my story plots, go get them approved.

Astronaut: *baffled* From who?

Me: *looks at the moon* There's my favourite reader!