Every time, this time of the year, midway between November and December, it will hit me. More than any other time of the year. No, I’m not talking about the period that girls have. Rather, the full stop at the end of a sentence, curtains closing at the end of a performance, the year approaching its end – a completion, which reminds me, I should place a full stop right about here. (period)
My mind becomes a flurry of random thoughts – about the world, the people in it and our lives. And I foolishly get caught up in a mental quicksand that is hard to come out of.
Maybe, it’s not only sentences that we should punctuate. But our lives and emotions too.
Some people ask me why I write this way. I know what they’re implying. That I write like a girl. Awkward, so I stopped.
It made me think, as well.
Even two of my biggest inspirations who happen to be great friends, are apologetic when it comes to their writing:
“I used to write like you.”.
So why did he stop?
“How do you find yourself 101 – No. 1: Use Google Maps”
Why is she taking a jab at herself and her own insecurities?
It makes me wonder. Are we not allowed to feel? Are we so afraid of what others might think?
But while at it, I get reminded of the very reasons why I write like this and why I keep coming back to it. It’s like screaming in an empty hall, and everything just echoes back. Love may not always echo back, but as long as my heart and God’s kindness does, the world seems a little brighter.
It’s the same how you make me feel, and not many people make me feel. Even if it’s temporary,
you are my respite, so thank you.
Before the ink dries 