After trudging across a path that stretches for 29 years, I, in more than one occasion, have afforded myself the tedious (and terrifying) task of looking back. Right now, as I stare at my empty hands filled with nothing but void, I realize that the years that had passed by like receding tides from my life can be defined in terms of losing rather than gaining something. Amogst many other things that got lost on my journey, one particular feeling was Love. I have lost my Love along the way, like a desert traveller discarding his baggages in a sandstorm.
I have only my life right now, and not a single ounce of anything else. But sometimes, I feel the need to experience love in my life ....which remains like an extinguished fire in myself. Therefore, as a writer, I am trying to imitate love from my memories, by writing Letters of Love to those lovely, exquisite, beautiful girls that I had the good fortune to meet so far. I can only hope they can look at my endeavour with a smile of forgiveness.
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