Life and people, as intended..

Our life is beautifully weird, people we meet  are incredibly unpredictable and our relationship with them turns out to be strangely twisted. 

Some are like a "wrong forecast". We would have expected a thunder storm, but they just happened to be a lovely passing cloud. We admire them but don't keep them beside us always and nudge. We set them high and always look up to them. We are not sad that it ended, but just feel light and happy that it happened. We don't complain if we don't get to meet them again, but also we will not miss a chance to sit with them for a breezy rewind over a cup of coffee.

  

Within this "wrong forecast" type, there is one more kind. Where we might have wanted an unceasing wave, but unfortunately it turned out to be a brief cyclone. It started so well , but turned other way somewhere in between and so had to meet it's dead end. We miss those good times and do wish it had not ended the way it did. We can't continue as if the mess did not happen and  it feels awkward to start over again. We want to have them but know that we can't. And so it gets done and dusted once for all, leaving quietness around us and few unforgettable events as memories inside us to muse upon. 

Rarely there are people like "once in a lifetime bloom". We never did expect to meet them, nor there are any chances of crossing them again, but that one time remains hitched into ourselves. Something about their voice, eyes, face, features, attire or words instinctively hit on us like, forever. We will have no reason to talk about them with anybody nor they will have any significance in our life events after that single instance and yet that small memory space was meant for them in our system and so shall they remain... 

Then there is the "seasonal kind". With them you will have your season of spring, scourging summer, withering autumn and cold dormant winter. And if destiny allows, there will be spring again. They will come back into our life just as they left. And if they do so, we will receive them without questioning (at least not immediately ) why they left. All concerns, complains, curiosity and gossips that were hanging about them will be quickly wiped off and we just make way for them to sink in like before. 

And very few are our "perennial ones". We just happened to meet them once and they happened to be travelling along with us since then. We don't remember how it all started, we can't name and  categorize them into one single bond and  we just don't bother what is keeping us tight. Here we have our space and longings ,we have our expectations met, similarities cherished and differences understood.  There are few days of fights or feeling distant, but that gets waved off and  they only go cemented stronger into our life block every time after that. With them we have this unexplained comfort and unimaginable coincidences. Every relationship can be blamed on "time" or "destiny" , but for this one rather than blaming, we are immensely grateful and somehow confident of never losing it. 

Your Godmother

She comes like an approaching wave of laughter  resonating life into all your senses.

She fills like the juicy gheelicious cake to curb down those cravings of yours which you did not even knew existed.

She strikes like a sudden sky busters in your gloomy sky , just momentary but holds enough cheer to spring your mood.

She surprises like a bunch of red roses delivered at your doorstep. Out of the blue, one of those simple things that amaze your another everyday.

She pours like words into a famished poet. You can never force it. But when she comes, all you can do is let the joy flow through you and pen down before it wilts off.

She is missed like a faraway lightning and thunder. Though not near, you can still feel the breeze of a distant downpour. 

She talks your mind. Brings that astonishing feeling of being at home having nothing to mask nor to judge your own words or emotions.

Sometimes she just screams silence.. Like a pillar of poise absorbing your voiceless words. And she does that with ease, because only she has the strength to bare your stillness.