Mistakes



Have you ever felt that you have got a gift much more unknown and precious  than anything before.There are only two possibilities either you en cashes its worth  or maybe not. And mostly as we have come out of  a small cocoon like environment  unaware of its worth lets it go and bids  adieu with a  smile( precisely like that fox in the orchard which let go the grapes  wrongly calculating its worth ) and that smile may be covering all the flawed up pride ,unaccepted guilt and lastly a pulling force to stop “the somebody inside “ from rectifying the mistake.
                                                     Someday you will realise that the small “somebody inside” was your true friend, a meek outspoken little unbiased child. “Child”  because what he may force you to say be good /bad/true/lie, what he may make you feel like a freak / weak/impulsive/rude/true friend/bad person, but will ultimately be genuine to the person. Yes, I bet it will surely free you from a long term game of guilt filled “dumb charades”,iff you allow that to let take control of your voice,I bet on one condition that use it when you are just on the brink of losing the gift coz of all wrong reasons.....remember just on brink !!

Yes it’s a personal experience or rather a lot of untraced personal experiences piled up . You know when I realised that the “child” is right I still felt something not letting it out,something saying “its better this way”,”what worst can happen”.”if it was of any worth let it go we will get more opportunites”….and that’s what it is all lies ,flaw…  As said by NINJA SIR  all done to console and sympathise the poor heart(coz without fooling child within you ,you cant survive)……..And once you let the child cross the threshold and see by yourself its magic ,you will never let it die within.
I thought of giving some examples too but my roommates will kill me then… J

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