All your life you tell people how they have changed from how you once knew them. That they promised you that they’d be someone all their life and they are not that person anymore. Then, one morning you wake up, with a heavy head, remembering only in parts what happened the night before, or even what’s been happening the months before. And as it comes to you, you hear yourself say “!@#$^&” over and over again. That’s when it occurs to you. You have changed. From what you used to be, from what you stood for, from what you thought was right, from what you thought you were. From Pink to Blue.
These days he felt he had run out of choices. He was to accept what life had to offer. Take it or Take it. He felt. He had not. He saw the setting sun, only because he slept during the sunshine. He suffocated, only because he lived in the confines of his den. He thought he cannot feel anymore, only because he did not reach out to touch. He was an effigy, except when he was burnt, the Blue blood, turned Pink.
I give a rat’s ass. To just about everything. Or atleast that’s what I say. Either that is completely true. Or utterly full of shit. I see myself worried about things that should not matter. I also see myself give a damn to people who matter more than anyone else. I am unsure, not so sure, clueless, random, guilty and confused, and all these by choice ‘cause no one forced what is, upon me. In the back seat of a Santro, as I get closer to my home, I feel cold. And I feel the tears. I quickly wipe them before anyone sees it. And I know one thing for sure. I am lost. But as little as I remember of myself, I know I will find my way back home. From the dark Blue clouds to the sunny Pink skies. You bet!
Did I mention that Pink slips can get you off the Blues too? I know of someone who thinks its her chance to do what she always wanted to. I wish you well with your endeavors!
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
--J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
