Sunday, 18 February 2018


Buried beneath my melancholy reflections, I was sitting at the last row of the last bench when she caught my eyes, walked to me, and sat beside me. Looking at my face, she sensed the turmoil in my head. Surpassing the insurmountable odds, I expressed my feelings from the deepest pit in my heart instead of pretending that "I am fine. Just a bit tired".

She listened to me patiently, rested her hand on mine, and assured me that she was by my side, without a futile attempt at "Don't worry. You'll be alright."

Light as a bird, contended as a monk, I woke up to the estranged reality when the morning clock blared. In my dream, I realised that happiness is a return gift bestowed upon you when you open up to someone. All you have to do is to find a 'Someone'.