Hello! :) Writing to you after sooooo long. Feels sad but at the same time it's so wonderful to quote my own thoughts, to weave my patterns of love and gratitude and to lighten my heart, overshadowed by the mind of several notions, burdened with too many emotions. (Sorry for being so poetic :P)
You know I'm not one of those writers who have a quick wit, who can sum up their thoughts in a gust of wind. I reflect upon the tiniest of trifles. I take time, I think a lot. What to say and what not. I do make mistakes (grammatical as well :P), but I find joy in learning from them. At times, I start crying for I feel, I'm not worth being called a 'to-be-writer'. Anyway, things happen the way they're meant to be. Therefore, this is the third blog I'm writing to you and for you, after almost a year. *Sigh*
Amidst the various parts that I play, the several facets that I have: the crazy me, the selfish me, the writer me and so on, there's a fangirl me. A silent fangirl. Yes I am 'Just another fangirl'. A fangirl who ruminates like all the others, but doesn't resonate the way they do. The fangirl part of me is the quiet, the aloof one. It doesn't manifest it's own existence. It's there, unheard, unfelt just like the forlorn sky waiting to be brightened by the vibrant sunshine and then again turning dark, going back to its original form. My sunshine is you. I wait for you to brighten up my life. When I watch you onscreen with people around me whistling and clapping for you, when your awe-inspiring tweets suddenly pop up in my timeline, when I happen to watch your old interviews after huge gaps of time, that fangirl shines, she comes out of her cocoon and flies like a butterfly, freely, spreading radiance. But the evil reality is that sunshine is transient. It doesn't last for long. And so the fangirl goes back. To its latent being.
It hurts. It hurts to see your love for a person being questioned. Love is so an emotion. It doesn't need any actions or reactions. It's deep there, at the bottom of the heart, in the depth of the soul, craving for someone's smile, praying for someone's happiness. Your presence is the utopian pleasure I live in. It kills inside me, the wanton spirit of hate and aggression. It ignites in me a sense of magnanimity, a sense of liberty, and a sense of identity, that transcends religion and nationality. Your silence. It takes me away from this turbulent world and lands me into one, where people don't have questions to ask, wars to fight, and odds and ends to gather themselves with. But where they have stories to tell, songs to sing, brushes to paint their own idealistic worlds and gifts of joy to give, smiles and love to spread.
Thank you Sid, for being a part of me, for being a celebration in my life. Thank you for urging me to articulate the words and emotions bottled up inside me, for being the light that dispels all the darkness. With time, changes do come and they'll keep coming. I don't know if I'd be the same crybaby, shedding tears of self pity and doubt, or a wallflower who sits by her side, preoccupied with her own hopes and fears. But we'll remain. Your struggle, your journey will continue to motivate me. Your patience will always inspire me to wait for good things to happen. The instances of your failure will strengthen me during my worst times. You'll always be my superhero and I, your fan. And this friendship, this bond, it'll remain, forever and beyond. :)