At the sight of tough time one is supposed to lay low and let it pass. But time, like an artist who not only enjoy the final output but the whole process of creating it, is a perfectionist. You will be stretched to remember every minute detail from the ticking of the clock to the slightest of background noise, from the swirl motion of a flower falling from a tall tree due to breeze – beauty or gentleness of which won’t calm you, to slow melting of snow that had covered everything you see- warmth of which won’t touch your bones. This time will crawl slowly and it will be slower than the slowest snail in the world.
It isn’t tough time or rather pleasant one. But it is time and being ghost in one’s own life is a well laid pathway to get haunted for the rest of their own life.
“Between the adorer and the adored falls the shadow”- Well Finally!
