Thursday, May 20, 2010

An year down the line, looking back at the last set of words, they have solidified from the molten lave to rock, banging me with the hard truth which I tried and managed to keep at bay for all this while. But the truth just stares at me point-blank, unapologetically; reminding me once again that however much emotions can blind you, the truth will always remain stark, naked and undefiled by time.


So here I am standing on the same bridge, though a lot of water has passed by. It only feels like yesterday, the raw wounds just as fresh. They say Time is the greatest healer, but what if it's not a wound but amputation of a vital organ ?