And most of the people who read this title will know what I'm referring to. But then again, most won't. I hardly ever write an account of my life, knowing full well how boring it may sound to my ardent readers. A blog is hardly a teenage girl's apathetic diary, but then again how can I let this be?
The Apartment will forever be remembered as that one room where happiness collided in the form of happy, carefree minds. Where free spirits accumulated, where we laughed and cried and hugged and tried...tried SO hard to forget the real world behind. Where the existence of our being (although questioned a hundred times) was content to a point beyond measure.
We didn't have to try too much; when we met, there was a radiant beauty in the splashing raindrops, a flicker of light in the starless sky. Nothing mattered when we met, not the studies nor the work, not the raging competition nor the weighing responsibilities. When we met, we left the world a thousand miles behind and we raced ahead to catch up with our thoughts, shutting ourselves from the harsh reality.
And we thought of music, and films, and we talked of books and famous men, of the philosophies upholding life; of great ambitions and dreams and of life-changing decisions. And when we grew tired of all the work, we sang.
The fire in the hearth burned brighter. The warmth in our hearts radiated to one another. What are we without these moments? What are we without each other?
Ten years down the line, when we look back at college what will we think of? Life throws problems at us which are the size of boulders. And when we are sad and down, what will we think of? Will our thoughts ever go back to this one Apartment? Will we ever find our way home?
We will grow. We will rise and reach great heights. But happiness cannot be found in someone else's heaven. We will fall. We will reach the abyss of darkness that will consume us. Hell is just beneath our tender feet. What of Earth? Will we never meet again, on this fresh green patch of merry land we call home?
I know we will. We will soar like eagles and become independent. But someday, when we look out at the city lights and the silent sea, we will remember the time when we met at The Apartment. And this beautiful thought will smell of old books and comfy sofas, incessant laughs and adorable hugs, but most of all, it will smell of you and me and all the little moments that 'created infinities'.
And in between these pauses, between your words and mine, we will find our Paradise.
The Apartment will forever be remembered as that one room where happiness collided in the form of happy, carefree minds. Where free spirits accumulated, where we laughed and cried and hugged and tried...tried SO hard to forget the real world behind. Where the existence of our being (although questioned a hundred times) was content to a point beyond measure.We didn't have to try too much; when we met, there was a radiant beauty in the splashing raindrops, a flicker of light in the starless sky. Nothing mattered when we met, not the studies nor the work, not the raging competition nor the weighing responsibilities. When we met, we left the world a thousand miles behind and we raced ahead to catch up with our thoughts, shutting ourselves from the harsh reality.
And we thought of music, and films, and we talked of books and famous men, of the philosophies upholding life; of great ambitions and dreams and of life-changing decisions. And when we grew tired of all the work, we sang.
"If we should die tonight, then we should all die together."
The fire in the hearth burned brighter. The warmth in our hearts radiated to one another. What are we without these moments? What are we without each other?
Ten years down the line, when we look back at college what will we think of? Life throws problems at us which are the size of boulders. And when we are sad and down, what will we think of? Will our thoughts ever go back to this one Apartment? Will we ever find our way home?
We will grow. We will rise and reach great heights. But happiness cannot be found in someone else's heaven. We will fall. We will reach the abyss of darkness that will consume us. Hell is just beneath our tender feet. What of Earth? Will we never meet again, on this fresh green patch of merry land we call home?
I know we will. We will soar like eagles and become independent. But someday, when we look out at the city lights and the silent sea, we will remember the time when we met at The Apartment. And this beautiful thought will smell of old books and comfy sofas, incessant laughs and adorable hugs, but most of all, it will smell of you and me and all the little moments that 'created infinities'.
And in between these pauses, between your words and mine, we will find our Paradise.
