I am a small town girl. The first time I moved into the city. I was overwhelmed by the size and the people. Every thing was new. All I thought was big and interesting to me was not the same in the big bad world. It was bit scary and intimidating. My small joys were no longer a part of the city. It was also life's way to make a change. It was different. I had three choices . Either to remain the small town girl who craves , yet does not know anything nor has much friends to educate. Be the big world chick, who has changed and lost her identity. Learned and accepted a lot of things just to be a part of the world. The last choice is what most of us choose is the worst of all. We pretend to know everything. We are too embarrassed to ask in the fear to be ridiculed by others.Even Google cant ask us. Because we dont ask the right questions . It gives us hundreds of question options, But never tells us the right questions. Our search ends and accept the reality that we might not understand the complications of this city. Of course, we understand a few things. But most of the things, remain a mystery. I belong to the club of those people who ordered an espresso, without knowing about it. And forced to bring a smile so that people would not know that we made a dumb choice. Androids, Bikes, Cars, Dances, Fashion, Make up, Dresses, Foods, Fun, Pubs, Parlour and the list is never ending. It actually makes my head reel. There is so much to learn and so much information and we dont even know the right questions. I have decided to stop pretending and start learning. I might or might not like the things I learn. Yet I want to find the right questions and start growing.
Every person we meet creates an impact on us. The way the impact works is quite surprising. Sometimes the impact created by a stranger is more than the impact by a close friend. I always consider life as a block of coal or a big piece of rock. The journey from Coal to diamond or Rock to sculpture takes a lot of time and can also be painful. It does not happen with a single person or with a single incidence. The conversation process is continuous and can happen till our last breath. We get better and better with age and experience. I have never managed to understand when a person reaches his best. Maybe the level is unattainable. Still changes, both ups and downs happen throughout our lives. I remember an innocent hyper girl who wore sensitivity on her sleeve. The smallest spark was enough to set her on fire. She was on the extreme of emotions. The emotions can range from Happiness, sorrow, loneliness and anger. Still the emotions controlled her and stole her sleep many nights.
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