As I kept my glasss away…I looked around…i could see a blurred world surrounding me…I felt dizzy…keeping those glasses within my reach…i tried to walk about my room…it remained as familiar as it was a minute before…my desk looked all the more colourful…as there were only colours that were visible…things had faded…i touched my penstand…it felt familiar…the colour pens it held bore bright coloured tips…so i could make out… the candle light made it all the more romantic…me my desk and my room…an awesome trio…I fell in love with the colourful room i lived in…my idea of decent room was pretty fake…as deep down my likings were mischievous colours playing around me…sitting amidst them..i felt ME! The very person i was comfortable to be with…

The once silent child…turning out to be the most talkative one…going back to being silent…n starting to discover oneself…was the journey so far…sometime when the things shook to its roots…this new companion walked in…to kelp me see the world clearly…n make own decisions…coz the feeling of standing alone could not have understood by anyone else…we went hand in hand to look around…tho disliked being seen together…he was my first love…and probably the last one…for it was him who showed how diplomatic people can be…the weakness of being with him was actually the strength…which was sought out years later…and now when i look back…i see nothing but a set of crystal clear memories…memories of seeing off the staircase, a group of laughing guys..memories of being abandoned by a group of kids…then some more..n yet some more…memories of being called out loud in public n the feeling of humiliation…memories of feeling deeply hurt, seeing him walking off…memories of seeing him come and go without noticing me…memories of not having anyone to share my feelings with…memories of crying myself to sleep every single night…memories of breaking hearts on other’s say…and these memories just refuse to blur…so unfair!

the things at a distance are by default hazy…but when the nearer and dearer ones move apart…you can think of nothing but the longing to put the glasses on and look for them…when in reality they’re meant to leave and move on…yet you reach the bottom of gloominess sitting amidst the same cheerful room… sobbing throughout the night…never knowing when you fell asleep…the darkness encircles your vision and cribbing and cursing worsens…its time to get a new pair of glasses…with subtracted vision…minus is a plus to look around…just a couple of years away from ‘ME’…my true companion is nowhere to be seen…the layer of dust blurs his own vision…i stand before this stranger who sees clearly without glasses…and wiping tears, gets easier…