In a single sleep, my eyes prop open to things that are moving so swiftly from my parents' tale 10, 227 days back from today. Bring in to them their firsts of their lives intertwined-- baby colic plus budding profession. I don't know how many pluses would I list down to affirm how everything was then. Year after year is realized that I have to outgrow my getting more clingy to the reach of my parents and so with my sibs who are up fast and on with their lives. My friends come and go (no one really stayed so long). I took pets from exotic to domestic and they just proved how ephemeral happiness can be. Our lives really can never be all in synonyms. Our existence is to be accepted in antonyms. To my bestfriend who I share the same day but a year apart of marking our annual earthly substantiation, a clink of glassful of healthy drink to us! We choose to be of pure bliss... :)))
My thoughts of the devilish and cherubic borne me a diarist. The usual norm: we all started on pencils and paper or the wall or the table with our sticks and loops overlapped and out of borders and lines. These doodles turned to syllables from printing vowels and consonants complicating to words, phrases and sentences. I soon graduated the writing drills of cursive being able to write more than to voice out to express myself. Find the me in this virtual world.