I can’t seem to get her out of my head and I really thought it would have been a piece of cake for me – little did I know other wise.
The eyes have taken me by a storm. the glee in those eyes – spoke volumes of her zest and character. No – not anything that impresses me – but still it had its own ‘evil’ charm.
The strength depicted the demeanor of her thoughts to what she always wanted to fight. A first impression would be – maybe she knew she wasn’t so well off to take care and give me a life that she would ideally have – or maybe that is just my impression of her.
Maybe it was the pure love of money that didn’t come her way – through her conditions that made her give everything up. Did she even try hard enough – still remains a mystery amidst the shrouded questions of those around me too – who surprisingly have also got up to ask questions when it’s only my time to ask!
There are still a lot of questions unanswered out there and maybe I will never ever find true & honest answers to those. The story is untold of the life that she lived all these years – a story that she is probably the only one who can tell. Do I know or have any mechanism to cross check; if I hear it from the horse’s mouth will be bang on true.
Probably, a bigger question lays in the fact – do I really want to know NOW? Some part of me – wants to know the history – but do I want to take a risk and be rest assured that I wont be impacted or hurt emotionally again – and those answers may just raise a whole new series of more questions again?
There are just no guarantees in life for any decision you make – you just have to weigh your pros and cons so damn well – that you are the last one to face the impact and still there won’t be any guarantees!