A co-traveler

I offer it as I see you

For you to hold yet again

You pause and hold it loose

Still pondering

On walking besides or passing by

Don’t be so thoughtful

No need to be scared

You did no wrong

And you would not now

We walk the same lane

Where I once had a freewheel journey

Nurturing the wonders by my side

For I believed you could see the path ahead

And I still not find no reason

Why it shouldn't have been that way

No matter how far we traveled alone

This seems familiar again

With the same old me and I think it is you

No matter we took separate routes

Never imagined life would take

this road unseen

Yet glad that our paths crossed

For a few miles though may be

As said earlier

And I say that again

It had always been a dream

I kept on dreaming

But things did not so remain

Shaken up and awakened

I explore the real world

Trust me though not sooner

Everything seemed fairer 

A dreamer I would remain

I lend my hand yet again

Not to be lost in time or kind

But to hold yours and walk with you

Till you

Your destination find...

Act I : Scene 1

I can be considered as one of those ancient creatures who wrote diaries just before this very post! Apologies for writing only when I so overflow and swirl in the hurricane of emotions, a week of restlessness and sleep deprivation serves enough a cause for this one. For me it’s always been, "when words don't sound sane they should probably be jotted down."

Being a single girl in late 20's is something still not welcomed and easily acceptable. I don't know about you, but I am a sucker for marriages of convenience stories. Don't get me wrong, though tried hard but I still can't imagine getting married for any reason other than deep and abiding love.

The last sane pressure on my mind tells me it was a year after my 5 year long graduation that these matrimonial sites started getting paid for an additional member. And as the best items in the sale get picked first, there I landed with ample of proposals and requests for conversations and meetings. Not that I was exceptionally beautiful and qualified, but simply because the smarter and luckier ones escape this stage just as you skip an ad on the video you actually wished to see.

And so it was, meeting prospective partners over the weekends. What did not change over the year were the lady and the venue-Barista! It wasn't tough to sense the puzzled and questioning expression with which the waiter served me each time. If only he knew that the feeling was mutual!

Have to pause on writing further for an early morning class tomorrow. Am sure I'll pick up once I am a regular one…Be there!