Expectations might be high now… People’s perspective vary. It’s called perspective for that very reason. And so they say, you’ll find ‘the ones’ once you’ve gotten there. People from the past will stay , they said. You’ll just have to keep in touch and you’ll manage. New people will not dominate. It’s going to be tough. That’s the one thing that happens to be right. No one will stay and help you. It seems fair though. If there’s a mutual feeling of helplessness, it’s manageable. And then you wake up weeping. Wishing you could go back to how it used to be. The old times when everything seemed stable. When you didn’t have to spend much time or money to get happiness. When friends backstabbed less. Not that they like backstabbing less, but they loved loyalty more. Everything’s changed now. You’ve grown up. Expected to behave. Behave according to a set of expectations. It’s a cycle all over again. Empty your mind. Live up to your dreams. Not that of others.
This week had some amazing turn of events in store for me. Long story short:
Lifeskills were put to test. Living alone wasn’t new, but living alone added with pain was something new. I gained confidence to a whole new level and definitely the hard way.
New songs now have new meanings to me, out of the blue.
Driving lessons were brought before my eyes, the hard way.
Friendships were put to the ultimate test. There was all of a sudden a clear division between those who mattered and those who didn’t.
Family became the first priority and bonds grew stronger.
Sacrifice was at it peak, from all sides of relations. It was something beautiful to notice.
Distractions in class shot straight up and the importance of sleep, besides taking decisions, was learnt.
Changes were brought in each and every person involved, for the better.
Finally, managing different things at once, was possible through practice.
One should rather not avoid such a week full of experiences. It felt like life was taught all together in a week’s time and I wasn’t really looking forward to that. If such a thing is to happen to a normal person like me, it ought to happen to anybody, no matter how high or low. I’d say you’d rather stay prepared for anything to happen at ANYTIME. It’s the least you can do.
She knows that she wouldn’t like it, if she told him this soon. So she kept it a secret. A secret only one person other than her self-consciousness knew. She tried giving him hints and ways of unobvious means, so as to not spoil the existing trust. She took him out and bought him food, for that was one thing she knew was his weak spot. Not just that, she also cherished each and every bite they had together.
He never failed her at timings and that made her feel special. He would walk her till she left the campus to a safe distance, each and every time. A part of her always kept telling her that he would feel the same way. But the risks of spoiling the existing trust were high. She kept it a secret, even when she was dying on the inside, to tell him. She’d rather wait a whole lifetime, if she had one, for him to own up.
To own up that their bond was special. Their bond was covalent. That their bond was something more than that which humans share. She was a biotechie and he was her department doggie.