Stories..

 Of stories that find their place and those you never tell.. between the ifs and the buts and the what ifs, we somewhere mercilessly drag ourselves, clinging to fears and favours, dreams and destinies, and keep questioning or pondering whether it is hope or hopelessness that keeps it going, much like asking about the glass half full or half empty.. to the tomorrows we thought, dreamt of, and said silent goodbyes to . . And to the people you know and you miss meeting, who might not even get to know you exist. Here is for the today, which offered something we didn't want or expect nor did we made it something glamourous, however, it still stayed till it could, and then left when it was time. Unlike tomorrows and yesterdays, today is the much unsaid and unloved lot, yet keeps drawing itself in and out, probably the best it can.. 

18.12.2020

Khilchipur BRC :)