Subtle Kaleidoscope

“Choices “ is a smaller word than destination, but “ choices” can ruin or make your destiny.  They took Robert frost to a la la land he kind of hoped for and feebly wanted to be on, but left a forgotten road not taken. It made that aubade, sung by a solitary reaper, well known but left a dying ardent desire in Wordsworth to ask whether the song was for her lover or her solidarity. Choices that made W.E. Henley stand Invictus; made him the master of his soul while everyone was busy conquering the world. .Choices that made the brook to go on forever. Choices that made Sylvia commit suicide even after she saw that clinquant, tinsel-like depth in a simple mirror. Choices that led to the heart wrecking ephemeral of Antony and Cleopatra or the Romeo Juliet. A choice to choose one thought over another that made Wordsworth think he was as lonely as a cloud in the belt of dancing daffodils.  I have also made certain choices; we all make them. The trick of life isn’t in making the right...

So, the memory of this brings back the memory of everything, everything. It was after this, that I transformed from a sweet & smart me to a rude & insane me. The 24th brought me something unprecedented; something I didn’t see coming because of the fog of fear, of superiority, and a belief that it’ll hurt me anyway so why care? But right now it’s about that one thing which changed the dynamics of everything. After this incident, I knew that my stars weren’t faulty, they were cursed; all I needed was “a friend indeed” the kind of friend that I didn’t have. One kept asking me, Why I did do what I didn’t? Another hit me with, Why I didn’t when I should have? The friends I had that time were beautiful stars of a beautiful night but the only thing that diminished their beauty was that I could count them on my fingers. But except for the few stars of my infinite sky, I had other true companions too.  The only real companion after you are behind that closed room is “the walls”. The...