Living in the borders

 

Living in the borders.

 

Trail Of Thoughts- 25

 

In my old house, if you ask me where I lived, I could, without skipping a beat, could say a definite place. Like, yes I live in town x! That’s where I live. But ever since I moved to the new house, I literally cannot do so.

 

Let me explain.

Initially, I thought I lived in town ‘A’. That’s what I’ve been telling people. “Near this landmark, I live in town ‘A’.”

 

But one day, when I placed an order, the app said that I was actually in town ‘B’. It’s been what, 3 months? All this time when I thought I lived in ‘A’, I have been living in ‘B’? I was shook. But that is not the end. It was town ‘C’ in another app.

 

It is so confusing. Not even 3 kilometers away, my college is in a different town. One km away on my left, it’s a different town. I km to my back, guess what? A whole another town!

 

It is like I am living in the borders of MANY areas. Like the North Korea-South Korea border everyone goes to. Only here I don’t die if I stay on the other side too long.

 

Living in the borders. It is so confusing yet enticing but still confusing. Isn’t the same for relationships?

 

You know, when you talk with someone and you’re so sure you will be great partners but you’re still in the talking stage yet so sure? That’s what I’m talking about. Or maybe, generalizing this, your friendship with that one friend that is growing by day and you feel like you’ll be best friends yet it’s too early but you are so sure?

 

That. I am talking about that. You are just in the borders but it’s too risky. One wrong step and you’ll be done for. It’s all about the right step at the right time. Yolo? More like think more.

 

Also, don’t over-think it, it’s not rocket science.

 

To all those people living in the borders, bear with me. Just a little more time and you’ll know when the other person is also feeling the same.  When is the right time, you ask?  I don’t know but you, for sure, will know.

Remember, right step at the right time. Or idk, yolo.

 

 

 

I may or may not have over-thank this one. But isn’t this what all poets do?

 

Poets lie. Yet poets bring out the truth.

 

 

Thank you for reading.

 

I love you,

Rini.




TDD: ten day diary

it is not so ten diary, huh? it has been SO long since i added this, if you noticed. 

my (let me count) 70 days have been great!!(lying)

the last 10 weeks, or 7 posts, was tough. going through a rough patch in my academic life, i was told this would happen two more times. 

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