Shooting stars and Unicorns...

'…..idk…...you are amazing or weird...? ' She instantly , 'weird'..:) Meanwhile in her head she replies 'If only I was.....’ (zoning out) He -‘Why do you mysteriously disappear at times when I look out for you….where do you go..?' She smirks….. She starts a monologue in her head…… 'May be I am amazing now.. With all those glittering enthusiasm and just like a baby like zeal for its new found toy, with all your eyes wide open with joy...you might come chasing like a wind…slowly, and steadily when this addiction starts consuming me….popping up at my door steps when I take a little more time than the usual to reply back to your messages.., eating together, movies together, combing each other’s hair to you helping me with my socks and shoe laces when we are late , drawing together., music together, cooking together just like 2 lost kids whom has found home in each other.. ! .. running at the middle of the night no matter if its 1 am or 2am af...

Honestly...its all about the experiences and the lessons and all the scars that we have got throughout our 10s, 15s ,22s, 25s, 27s...ok.. leave that number...if 365 days will decide our age and growth  where in a parallel planet people don't calculate age or 365 days to keep track of anything and everything, then we will not take that number into account.. The more you learn, the more you start thinking, rather doubting..because trusting or believing something doesn't come easily...because you have done that before...You will be still debating if that is a good thing or bad thing...Good thing of course...but you will miss that person who had been flawlessly giving, trusting before all the unjust happened :P Come on..its not always about love at all...its about life...its about the people and things in it... Seems like whatever you have gone through , crossed and come through...been there...done that...the learning matters which does not require us to mold ourselves int...

Thankful for a roof below my head.. And the food i get though its not home cooked.. I think about that diseased elderly man I see over the pedestrian walk.. Wondering where he would go during showers, to myself I talk.. Holding all the shoes and clothes I  have purchased in both the hands.. I walk down the street, as I watch that poor old grandpa asking for alms... Again comes that feeling, where thoughts profusely flow, that I can relate to Siddhartha's zeal.. Meanwhile giving away a note wondering what he would do for his next meal.. I come across that Grandpa wearing those repeated clothes that I can guess... Slowly walking to the bus stop with an old rugged bag, guessing it would be his meal as i assess.. Just when his entire story flashes before my eyes, I see an Audi cross by, another senior citizen sitting inside.. I talk to myself about what is all these, what is this mystic system, how it works, with lots of whys... Convincing that the design is to stop e...