It's a story, repeated many times in memory. The characters are the same, the dialogues the same. And the feelings they brought about when I went line by line, haven't changed one bit. What's new in re-writing the old? It's the same, round and round. And I reiterate, again and again.
Goosebumps. A tear or two. Eyes closed. Silent wails, smiles. The music stops. And they start all over again.
The pigs have flown. Lost lines are back, the sun is sinking, it's another new day.
Three years back, it was the same. Comfortably numb. Three years to make a woman out of a girl. 18 to 21.
Why are there no words left when everything is said and done?
2 comments:
Finally you have your senti dose :)
not 3 years.. but a night makes a woman out of a girl :D
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