So what's the fuss about?

Life changes very quickly. Almost like it has it's own plans. It's funny. It's your choice they say. Make it or flow with it. But sometimes I feel there is always a flow with it. Even our decisons are meant to be. Or maybe they aren't. Or maybe I'm crazy. But the point is that I'm not thinking anymore.

"Starlight, I will be chasing a starlight. Until the end of my life. I don't know if it's worth it anymore."

I am a song picker. I sort of evaluate songs that I listen to. Sounds like hard work but it's a natural mechanism. And mostly I fall for the lyrics. I know a friend who can listen to all kinds of songs. Different songs. Not usually the kind I listen to. But they are nice. They are like him. They have his quality. 

I know another friend who gives me just the kind of songs I need to listen to. My kind of songs. Bang on !

But wait, this post is not about songs. Maybe, it is about friends and people.Who knows?

The last two months have been funny. And I have a feeling I've posted this line before too. Cliched. Skip over.

I think I've always known what I've wanted. I cannot really complicate it. Getting it is another matter. But my childhood friend tells me, "Whatever happens is the best Ayesha." Maybe she is right. Surely she is awesome.

                             "Hold you in my arms, I just wanted to hold you in my arms."

We keep chasing certain things, we end up with another. If we hold it strong we'll find our way. We always will. 

Sometimes you find happpiness. In the middle of the road. That weird road life took you on. What should you do? Nothing. You let it be.With you. Never let it go.

I am having this randomest random post feeling. Maybe things are not making sense. But if you read between the lines they will.

Art is so beautiful. I'd rather be a musician who made timeless tunes and wasn't rich enough than a rich person with no beauty in their life. Art zones you out. It keeps you in another world. A better place maybe.

I want to write about another friend. Maybe let my friend know how unique they are. I want them to know that their decisons are right no matter what. And somehow it doesn't matter. As long as one is happy. And that people like them make the world happy. 

"Our hopes and expectations, black holes and revelations."

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Play Title: If potatoes were sentient.

Characters: Day-time mortal Mea, night time Cinderella.
Intergalactic agent TODO, convertible to Batman.

Excerpts (Contd..)

MEA:  Where art thou? Look at the time..
TODO: I'm just thinking. Y am I standing at a bus stop so late. philosophy..

MEA: Hmmm..

TODO: And more so without a bus.

MEA: What's the philosphy?

TODO: What is a bus stop wid no bus,

it's just a stop, 

but wat stop?

Physical stop,
spiritual? 
Psychological,
a destination for weary travellers ?
A step for d more adventurous ones?
wat is a stop?
is it the end?
or the end of end.
If so,
isn't this end the start?
MEA:  Hmmm...I think bus stops are beautiful...
TODO: I think tymm to catch a cab
:P

MEA: *rolls eyes*