The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch swing with, never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've ever had.
If there is one word that can summarize my existence on earth then that would be colourful. I tend to view it as an unfinished painting and I think of myself as the expert artist. The artist starts off as a dabbler, blissfully unaware of his skills and as time progresses his strokes get bolder,the melange of colors that he creates acquires another dimension. He realizes that in his hand is the fostered child of silence and slow time. A slice of life that, perhaps would serve as a window to his world in the ages to come. When the strokes of the artist's brush come out of a clarity of thought he is well on course to create his masterpiece.
The bolder strokes in my life would be some of the hardest decisions that I have taken. Yes not all creative ideas are successes and the same reflects in life. We realize that Experience means failing the test first and then learning the lesson. Trust me, nothing can be harder than that. I often hear the adage greatness lies not in falling, but in rising everytime we fall. Many a time getting up requires that extra effort which can only be provided by another set of hands. The set of hands that pull you out. In the artist's world, probably the vivid hues that bring life to his masterpiece.
What is a masterpiece without colors? The vivid hues add another dimension to a piece of canvas. A dimension that perhaps the solid canvas would not have offered had it stayed white. If ever my life is hailed as a masterpiece, then probably it would be because of those beings, whose unwavering support and immense belief served as an elixir to my unquenchable thirst. In times of low self belief it is their belief that holds me through. Words may seem redundant to the supporting shoulders that they offer.
Every other day when the entire world seems against you and starts doubting you. When you yourself cannot decide if what you do is correct, it is then that their belief carries you through.
Not only to those folks who provide support in terms of spite, but also those folks who stay on with you every day, listening to your irate ramblings, to your quixotic ideas and to your promises that would stay on unfulfilled. I see them everywhere. My life would not have been colourful without you folks. The masterpiece is not yet complete. Yeah it's not yet reached crossed even Quarter of what it has to be. But the vivid hues inked have surely been etched for ages :-).
*Phew atlast finished it..was contemplating for too long I guess*
PS : A thank you to Prazy, Harsha, HRH Anu(I'd be killed for this), Deepti, Shanky, Mayuraa , Sanz and of course a late thank you to Gody, Avi and Janani :D. Many a time I just felt energized after just speaking to you folks. Of course my heart is beating funeral marches to the grave but thanks to you folks I still think there is space in this world for my footprints to be etched :-).
