Above everything else, we are humans. We make mistakes. And that's okay. What's not okay is not learning from them. In our life, a lot of situations arise when we trust people. It can be our friends or may be our boyfriend/ girlfriend. We give our everything to that relationship. And only in the end we realize that we've been taken for granted. And that we don't matter as much as we thought we did. And then when things go wrong, we can't stop blaming ourselves, thinking how we were the ones that gave them the liberty to do so. I've written the following poem in the same context.
You see your friends' growth. You are not jealous at all. You are very happy for them. But you are sad that's not the same with you. There are so many issues. You ran out of your favourite chocolate. You burnt your food. You just missed a bus. You broke up. You need to clean your house. That neighbourwali aunty just taunted you. You aren't getting promotion. And what not.
I wrote this short love story a few months back. It was a random thought. Something that came very spontaneously. It made me think in a different way. Actually, this is the first piece of writing that made me realize after years that I should write more. I remember that day clearly. It was November 1, 2019. I was about to leave for work. And suddenly I get this thought in mind. I quickly noted down the idea and left for my workplace. But I just couldn't resist and wrote this. And it is raw and untouched. I haven't edited a single word.
I am big time memory hoarder. Be it a picture, a chocolate wrapper, a boarding pass, some small tile pieces from a swimming pool or be it asking my friends to sign on a tissue paper of a particular restaurant we went to. I collect everything. I do it so that when I want, I can go on that bittersweet ride of nostalgia, remember everything, be grateful for it and get tears of happiness. I read a quote somewhere.