My friend came visiting today. I shall name it (?, of indeterminate gender) Black Cloud. I hate those times when it comes to meet me. Every time Black Cloud leaves, I heave a sigh of relief and hope never to see it again. Today, it came again in the midst of a blazing summer afternoon. I was least expecting it. But that is how it is. I met it about two years back, on Red Road. And after that I had the worst time of my life. However, I cannot deny the unmistakeable feeling of familiarity that it evokes.
I meet it with a small smile, always.
8 comments:
every cloud has a silver a lining, even the darkest ones =]
whats up?...btw..loved the last post on the idiosyncracies of the city...dint get a chance to comment....<3...but seriously...everything cool?..*huggie*
tired. you seem.
@Blaze:You are right, but sometimes, it gets difficult to see the silver. :)
@Ishi: *Hug back* What would I do without you?
@Atindriyo: Very, very. :)
i know the feeling.but you see,mostly,you end up disliking people who you know for a long time.that way you become aware of all their negative aspects.strange antinomy in itself.i hope i make sense
True. While you do end up disliking them, you cannot shake off a certain feeling of familiarity which they bring along with them.
the window
the door
the curtain
the linoleum
floor
familiarity
breeds comfort
preceding contempt
the house
unkempt is
home
:)
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