"This isn't working anymore."
Somewhere down the line I was expecting the above line. Life is filled with dots so close that we fail to differentiate like we fail to see them in a line. Like the thin line between the beauty of alliteration and unimpressive repetition. You're so used to that line, you insert it everywhere, every time. And you know what? It fits, it bloody fits everywhere. Can you see how many times I used the 'line'?
You know it'll eventually fade its shine. Yet eventually, we forget. Remember that old shiny silver ring? Yes, that first ring in life, an attempt to look classy when that's all affordable. Personally, gold never attracted though. Reflection on the silver ring, that's fascinating.
Ok, back to me and you. Or that ring. Look at the ring closely. You may see bits of a stain, some touch of bronze or some other metal that your smith cleverly made under his pure smile. If not, you're yet on the verge to see those dots. On the ring? But you don't wear one, right? Don't worry. Currently, all you can see is a line. Look closely. Suddenly you can now see the dots.
The line is gone.
- Debashis Sarmah
15 Jan 2018