musings

Where do I find myself, days after I managed to float back from the bottom of heartless sea of trauma, to the banks of hope and life. Hope is too subjective a word to comprehend, as it portrays different meanings for different entities. Nevertheless, this word hope has always been a trigger for me to move on forward, while the bruises of miserable past continue to heal by themselves as time fades by, ticking its own clock slowly and steadily while the sounds of time reverberate in the corridors of my mind, reminding me of the good and bad moments always.

And serendipity happens too...Never knew that a strong rush of wind can blow away the secured heart away from its den to find its harbour in some stranger's nest and you feel everything around you has stalled for a second....And as those intertwined tresses laid in perfect harmony sway like a swing in the naughty breeze, soulfully translating the defining moment from an ephemeral awesome experience into a craving cherished memory... And you forget every good bad thing that happened in your past. almost as hypnotized like a snake by its charmer...