I Was Thirteen When Me And My Friend Participated In A School Function. While We Changed Into Our Costumes,

I was thirteen when me and my friend participated in a school function. While we changed into our costumes, our similar red coloured sweatshirts, not the part of our basic uniform, got exchanged. I took hers home and she took mine to hers. It is a plain and simple mistake, but at that time, I felt like we were giving each other an access to our oddly private domesticity, a glimpse into our lives outside school. As a kid, i felt it took my friendship with her, a level up. And to be honest, I have not stopped feeling so, even now.

If you give me a bunch of thorny roses, you must not expect me to make a cake out of them, and serve it to you without thorns.

Sometimes,

the life I live in my words,

feels safer than my own.

Nobody must have the power to cure us. I feel, it is making ourselves too vulnerable to expect healing from an entirely different person. It points to so much emotional instability. So much weakness on our part. I feel people are just there to tell us again and again that it will be okay. And to assure that once we heal ourselves, they will be still waiting by the other side of the horizon, waiting for us to catch up with them.

On that wide endless highway,

and barren, unknown land,

a tattered, bruised, broken soul,

Offered me his hand.

For once, I thought I am the savior,

to take him away to a sea,

But whoever he was waiting for,

I realised it wasn't me.

Sometimes we are just carriers,

to fetch and drop people off,

So when we learn we were used,

I believe, there's nothing to hate or scoff.

Growth looks so beautiful on all of us. I wonder if it is even true that people change for the worse. I see no concept of bad growth. We all rise from the mud, and slowly and steadily it sheds off from our bodies, no matter how less we try to remove it.