It’s 2:30 on a Wednesday afternoon, the trees are still
glistening with the rays of the winter sun and I’ve found a cozy spot in a room
away from the hustle bustle of work. Old Hindi music blaring in my earphones, I
wonder about how to fix any of this… Or is there anything that needs fixing?
Am I in a web that’s woven tight enough to cage me from my
own happiness or am I over thinking and creating an invisible barricade from
everything that can be mine.
Worlds collide all the time and souls connect ever so often,
but there’s always that one that makes you question the rest. That one that isn’t
like any of the others, a little more meaningful, a little safer, a little more
like you but different in all the best ways.
When they said ‘all roads lead home’ they meant a person, I
know that now. How could it be a place? How can a place possibly give you the
comfort of two warm arms and a heartbeat that matches your own?
I’ve known love is real and soulmates are destined since I
was child, I’ve known prince charming is not fiction and my dreams are meant to
be reality since before I could even fully comprehend the gravity of those
things.
New Year’s Eve is not too far along and another year has rolled by and
drowned me in lessons that have helped me grow and lessons I wish I had never
had to learn.
A few years ago I had jokingly told my mother that I never
get things easily, that I always have to work harder than most for them or
suffer unnecessary fates to achieve the things I desire… There are few times in
life you predict the route of your own life without fully understanding the
reality of the words you speak.
Two hearts. Two worlds. Two dreams. Two hands. Two eyes. Two
laughs. Two thoughts. Two fates. Two souls. Two prayers.
One hope.
Dilz
