Scars Of The Past

No doubt we all have days that get etched to our memorybut apart from those experiences , what else lingers on? The thrill, the feeling, they fade away. The trauma and the effects, they get normalised with the ticking hours. But , what stays forever , are the alterations that they catalyse within us . Every important moment shapes us into a different version of ourselves, and takes us a step further into the future, a future that is as unpredictable as a auto-predict keyboard. Aah, sometimes the reality seems to be more dramatic than a “Lord of the rings movie”. So strange.

I have been skeptical about the nuisances of time, always looking forward to the greater picture and occasionally prioritizing a consoling pat. But the unpredictable turmoil that follows the change of philosophy with time has never been my ladder, rather it has been a storm. A quick yet devastating storm , uprooting all routines I strangle myself with. Although content, as I should be, perhaps aspring is much awaited.

Perhaps a spring is much awaited to those acid victims who couldn't surface up to media or those entrepreneurs who still burn their eyes over the coal in the kitchens just because 'women are meant to be housewives right?' or rather, the queer people who are still afraid for their lives, or , the innocent people whose life shattered in the Pulwama attack. They have their lives altered, they have to get themselves altered. 'Survival of the fittest', harsh but true.

Perhaps,scars are what makes us who we are.