How did you spend the first day of spring this year?

Its the first day of spring! Old news, I know, its all over Facebook and twitter. But don’t you think there’s good reason for this hype? Like it IS the first day of spring, and that just sounds so special. Its the beginning of another year, according to Nature’s calendar. Where I live, the cold winds are gone, the humid heat is back, exams are almost over, schools having end of final terms.

My first day of spring this year? It was a train wreck. I woke up to a busy Sunday, chased some dreams that aren’t mine, visited some people I’m supposed to know. Came home with the windows rolled down, wind ruffling my already untidy hair, headphones in my ear, eyes on my phone screen. Read some texts, not ones that were sent to me, but to someone else, and realised that nothing matters in the end. Nothing I do, nothing I say, will ever make this fine, ever make me good enough. And as the final blow, I flicked through the pages of an old Facebook account, not mine. Those things, these old posts, they should be banned.

But it doesn’t matter. Its 22:00, the day’s gone. My first day of spring turned out to be too autumn-ish, but how was yours? 🙂

Eager to know,

Sripurna.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

50 Day Challenge Of Random Things- Day #2

Today’s topic:

Write whatever it is in your head right now.

So here we go….

Okay, call me a romantic, call me a fool. Call me hard-headed, call me cheesy. But it doesn’t change the fact that as always, he’s the one thing on my mind. His jet-black hair, his strong big hands, his voice- I can picture them as perfectly as I can picture the back of my hand. We couldn’t possibly be more different, me and him. We couldn’t possibly be more impossible. Around him, I’m even more disorganized than I already am. His non-existent perfections lure me.

He confuses me, but somehow I’m at peace with him. Because with him, I never pretend to be something I am not. Don’t get me wrong, its not like he likes girls like me. In fact, I am so out of his league that its not even funny. But somehow, even though I’ve wanted to, I never have managed to be different around him. I’m just me.

Its not easy to like, or be infatuated to (or whatever philosophical word I should use for this feeling) a person who nobody likes. They all say he is worthless, he’s stupid, he’s completely NOT my type. But I just CAN’T explain why I feel whatever I feel for him. Yes, he’s not exactly highly intellectual, he’s a show-off, he has countless flaws. But at the end of the day, he makes me happy. Like truly, genuinely happy. With his completely pointless and stupid jokes he brightens up my day. He sometimes chooses to talk to me even when I’m in the midst of a crowd, and although I know he does that because he’s just that kind of a guy…..it makes smile.

So in a year probably I’ll forget all about him. Maybe years later I’ll see my old history book where he wrote the names of his favorite songs, and think, oh, yes, him. But I’m pretty sure the memory of him will make me smile even then. That’s so much better than a person who makes you cry, isn’t it?

Uuuhhh, sorry if that does not make sense. Random thoughts are hard to pin down. XD