Like all good things in my life Shruti was an accident. She’s a prodigy in every sense of the word. A soul destined for stardom. I never knew a pen could have so many shades. There’s something so soothing about her randomness. Her quirkiness excites me. Perhaps all is not lost. The best part – Her words takes me back to my own glory days.
Oh yes I was a prodigy once – The star kid who could weave magic with his words. “You have a very rare gift my boy don’t ever lose it” Somehow those fleeting moments of fame fade into oblivion. I lose myself in the big mad race
Years roll by – OMG what have I done. I gave up the one thing I loved the most just to fit in. Gladly sense prevailed and it was a re-start. The words kept flowing but I missed the good old days. In other words I was struck somewhere in the past.
And then Shruti happened. Every time I read her words my eyes become moist. She seems more like a younger version of me from the other side. Her musings give me hope. It also serves as a wonderful reminder of how awesome my own life has turned out to be. Perhaps the chaos was essential to give me a sense of clarity. You can never re-write your past but you can always use your present to shape your future.
Shruti here’s whooshing you best for what is to come. I repeat what was once said to me “You have a gift. Don’t ever let it go”.
PS: Even my brother doesn’t read me.