When The Posts Were for No One Ft. Realizations

I have long maintained that my posts are never for someone. And that was true till a while ago. And then it changed a little bit. I met someone who I can attribute at least 4 of my posts to. This was quite a big change for me. Initially I did not want to share those pieces on social media because they seemed more personal and intimate than any of the others I had written for some years. But they are online now, and they don’t look any different than my other posts. Only I would know the difference.

Okay I let in a couple of my friends on the secret too. They were surprised but supporting nonetheless! I make it sound more dire than the situation really is. But it seemed like a crucial milestone to log in the blog. I will not be posting the dates because I remember them anyway. The timestamps have skipped my mind now, which is progress! Haha. Full disclosure: the posts are still abstract, fictional and creative pieces. But the fact that they were born out of emotions after a certain period in time are enough to warrant this whole post!

It was a different time and refreshing experience for me. And to see if it could be discerned from the content of the piece that it was another kind of special. There are happy, fluffy pieces and really dark, heavy poems/haiku that can be attributed to that time. I am glad to report that all of the new pieces are free from the burden of that time or place or person or animal or thing :p Trying to make it light. Thank god it was only those 4 posts and now I’m back to fictionally orchestrated posts. Fancy term for : it came to me like that! One more confession: I cut my nails, voluntarily. To the world it may not seem like a lot. But my friends who understood the enormity of the situation gave me their full reactions. People change their hair as a trans-formative action. For me, it’s nails! Context: I used to be a chronic nail biter. I’ve somehow got over that habit in the last couple of years, so I treasure my natural nails a little bit too much now. Cutting them is a big deal. This post has turned into a life update of sorts.

I don’t know who enjoys reading these random posts, but I’m sure I will fondly look over these later in life (if I live long enough, but that is a topic for another day, haha). Thank you for reading! Hope everyone is keeping busy, staying safe and having fruitful days 🙂

PS. The featured image is from that day, serving as a cool reminder.

Besotted

Besotted, I look for you in others
A yardstick by which they are measured.
Coz I know, I cannot survive eternity
If you’re not here right by me.


Besotted means strongly infatuated.
Yardstick means a measuring rod a yard long, typically divided into inches. A standard used for comparison.

Image Credits: Picasso Mio

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