Afterthought

Trying to pick her unvarnished insight about life and it’s unpredictability.

From her own relentless unfair melodrama some 15 yrs ago. And then I see nostalgia in 

my inbox...

Who could be that estranged but irresistible rebellious consciousness of our very own reality?

It is she who used to be one very much of her own... 
never justified the existence of the lost ethos of inconceivable but disenchanted 
emotional outbursts.

Never had we realized how far we came about looking for those treasured moments... 

glimpses  of those unforgettable events still haunts me in a not so subtle way.

And she says no way no how she ain’t the person she was once but she buried those 

guilts for those 13 years blindsided by pure love for someone who never knew what love was!

It broke her, taught her, rejuvenated her, fulfilled her, built her as someone who can’t be 

stopped for being who she is!

Love her, hate her or ignore her she rose like your own unbridled existence which we never

anticipated.

.

The strength she had that very day to walk out of that inferno of disgust is unquestionably

 one of her biggest turning point ever.

And I am yet to comprehend her ubiquitous presence in my imagination which amazes me

every single day!