that ignorance

last week or so, i was in India and i was reading my scribblings from junior college and also stumbled upon some snaps.. it just reminded me, of how i was back then..

i sometimes think why i don't stumble randomly into one of those people.. with people constantly saying 'small world', i am sure they are lurking around close by..

on my flight, the girl sitting in front of me had an uncanny resemblance to one of my college friend..

but i am sure she wasn't her, as this girl was korean. when we spoke, she told me her name and that she was from some place sounding like, 'dungeon'...

i have no idea how to spell her name or place, and i feel nasty.. i am sorry for that.. (now don't ask me how/why my college friend looked korean?)

it put me back onto the thoughts of my college years... it kept reminding me of how i was..

sometimes.. just weird things trigger some scribblings.. this is one i scribbled on my flight...

of the years speeding like the road side;

of the things falling in place, who knew,

of all the care, or the lack of it beside;

of all the love, that'll break n make you.

of an event till it happens to you,

the context, till you in the loop;

silence till you know how it sounds,

of rediscovery, how you were once.

the search, only when you tumble it dawns,

only the compulsion makes you see, a pause;

of things simplifying, how much you hope;

weird epiphany though you are not that type,

maybe it is just awesome; to the extent;

all the weaving around us; we are ignorant;

so much that it tangles; when you try to think more n more;

untangles if you let go; and just be the best of who you were..