This is my first ever experience blogging.
Its amazing how in the span of 3 days im now connected with different people from different walks of life, all over the globe.Im now exposed to different ideas and new experiences.
i simply love blogging. Cheers to this concept.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
First Meeting
In the darkness I could see a familiar figure walking towards me, with every step he took slowly the distance between us reduced.
Finally when he was close enough I recognized the familiar eyes, it had been 6 years since I looked into them.
Even though we had been separated by time, by distance, by our own pride, by fate, it was like meeting an old friend, like meeting my alter ego.
In spite of all our differences somehow I always knew he would be back. It’s like I was waiting for him all these years…even though we never made any promises.
Life had brought us to this point where all we could do was just stand without exchanging a word.
In that moment I was unaware of the pain in my lower back or the bandage covering my forehead or the oxygen pipe attached to my veins. I was only aware of his presence. The face I longed to see seemed more mature his hair was cut short neatly & he seemed fairer than I could remember.
My heart beat faster as he came closer and gently placed his hand over my hair.
The happiness I felt on seeing him was slowly being replaced with anger & hurt. It took him 6 years & one major accident to be by my side.
I tried to shift to show my resentment but he did not stir.
Even though he didn’t say a word, his eyes full of pain examined every wound, every bandage on my body.
As glad as I was to see him, I was upset that we had to meet like this in the hospital room after years, it’s not what I had imagined.
“I’m fine you didn’t have to come, I will be ok.” I said.
He was never the kind to speak his mind or give way to his emotions, but for the first time his voice chocked & his face turned red & he said “Thank god you’re alive”
Finally when he was close enough I recognized the familiar eyes, it had been 6 years since I looked into them.
Even though we had been separated by time, by distance, by our own pride, by fate, it was like meeting an old friend, like meeting my alter ego.
In spite of all our differences somehow I always knew he would be back. It’s like I was waiting for him all these years…even though we never made any promises.
Life had brought us to this point where all we could do was just stand without exchanging a word.
In that moment I was unaware of the pain in my lower back or the bandage covering my forehead or the oxygen pipe attached to my veins. I was only aware of his presence. The face I longed to see seemed more mature his hair was cut short neatly & he seemed fairer than I could remember.
My heart beat faster as he came closer and gently placed his hand over my hair.
The happiness I felt on seeing him was slowly being replaced with anger & hurt. It took him 6 years & one major accident to be by my side.
I tried to shift to show my resentment but he did not stir.
Even though he didn’t say a word, his eyes full of pain examined every wound, every bandage on my body.
As glad as I was to see him, I was upset that we had to meet like this in the hospital room after years, it’s not what I had imagined.
“I’m fine you didn’t have to come, I will be ok.” I said.
He was never the kind to speak his mind or give way to his emotions, but for the first time his voice chocked & his face turned red & he said “Thank god you’re alive”
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