The Whole Truth

Hey!

When I almost thought I had to search for stories, I found myself enjoying a little one from my own life and absolutely forgot it's been more than a year since I started sharing them. So yay! 

It's been a year of stories, excitement, and happiness. I couldn't have been happier today for alllll that I learned so far. 

A busy week packed with birthdays of all of my closest friends and those who are new to my life. Here goes another story in my book.

I've been trying to write a new blog every now and then but these stubborn words end up as drafts. Now, I'm going to consider this as my diary entry just in case I come back to it a few years later to experience how I felt exactly.

Today, I stood on this stage and saw all these little faces representing all the thoughts in their heads between the orange highlights. I wish I knew how to look right back and smile. For once, I felt like time stopped. It had taken a pause to let me breathe and float into my world of infinite possibilities. Just for a second, I thought I was back at the place which bid goodbye to me too soon.

After a day that gets to stay as my first of many, I froze all the memories I'd wanna keep at the end of the day in photographs and I'm grateful for the life I live when I look through my imaginary positivity glasses.

And as I walked back into my world, I saw the first stage that embraced me as a child. A flashback of the old photograph with a little version of a young woman today lit up with a smile that was bright enough to forget that it was almost a decade back.

Standing in a pair of shoes which now are smaller than my palm, hugged by the old brown uniform and a graduation hat.  I remember the exact moment from that day when I was the next person to be called onto the stage to collect my awards and my equally tiny friend helped me fix my dress and smiled for a click before we grew up.

But the whole truth is, there was a stage before all the stories that were woven with words. A stage that had left everybody stunned, one that had left the first impression of me as an artist. I'd rather call the old version of me, a doll made of clay, hope, and dreams still waiting to be molded into a young poet and storyteller. 

Here are a few lines that I wrote yesterday, 

I wish I could read it out to you one day🤞

"Badalte mausam mein,

Ek tehraav aayi hai.

Aaj ke din pe

Phir barsaat aayi hai.

Tere khoobsurat chehre pe-

Ek halki si muskaan chayi hai.

Iss undekhe sapne mein,

Aaj phir shaam aayi hai..."

My mother still narrates the old story of a silent kid who blew all their minds away and they still ask me how I did what I did on the stage. I laugh it off because a part of me is still searching for a part of the whole truth. 

What if that was the story? 

What if I am the way I am since day one? 

However, one of the people who I searched for in the crowd, would've clapped till the end to let me know that he was right there. The kind of person who'd wait for me to tie my shoelace as I jumped off of the school van in a pair of dusty canvas shoes.

Be it a long day of school or the beginning of an evening filled with fun, games, and a lot of homework, I still wish I could relive it or at least watch from a distance so I knew exactly how he sounded when he laughed, the way I wrote down all the letters before running away to play and asking him to play pretend as I made a cup of tea. 

I wish a few others could've seen me there. Standing and smiling through all the words I said. I wish he knew the whole truth. The whole truth of my story. Deep inside my heart, I wasn't standing alone that day. God sent an Angel for me and I smiled when I realized it. 🌻

There are a million stories that are to be read and a million more to be written too. 

Here's to a lifetime of beautiful memories and a load of positivity,

I'll be back with more words and thoughts.

:)