She wished that she could translate pain into words. She wished that when two people have been holding hands for so long, they would never let go – but they do. She wished that trust and faith never wavered, but it always does. She wished care, ehsaas and understanding in love remained perpetual, but it does not.
There are no rights. There is no one right and one wrong. There is just sometimes.. the reality. They are drifting towards opposing poles, and looking at each other with sad, melancholy looks and none of them can do anything about it. They all really tried, but then all try , try agains do not result in success. Some tries just fail.
We are failing. Us.
And when both of us are drowning, how can we save each other?
I don’t understand why everyone and anyone wants to be figured out by the other, or wants the other to figure them out. And then we get disgruntled, disappointed, angered and frustrated when we realise that no one understands us,- not even the one you thought did. *Surprise. Surprise*
No one can. People change. You change. I change. Even we change. Circumstances and Events change. Choices and tastes change. Then why is there always an overbearing expectation that atleast you should know how a particular person thinks and feels? We are all trying.
Really. I don’t think anyone really knows me. Heck! I don’t even think i fully know myself.
Shouldn’t we cut each other some slack? I mean why is it just so difficult for you to tell a person what you think and feel, rather than expect that by some crazy act of telepathy, they will know what you think in seconds.
Hmm? Hmm? Hmmm?