she's achtzehn-to-be...

She was pretty annoyed, disappointed I would say when I din complement her; as everybody says, she has a doll’s voice! Well, I kinda belong to the other end of the spectrum- biologically, and hence had not played with dolls… never heard ‘em also.
But hell! It was soft; it was sweet… but like the embedded choco chips in caramel, it had the determination of an individual who knew what she stood for.
Somehow she trusted a voice transmitted over CDMA technology from quite some distance! I wonder what was that she tied her boat to…
There was clarity in what she believed, in what she said. There was apprehension that she might be wrong but that did not show in her presentation. As they say, to shield the larvae, you need a cocoon.
‘Three cars, of which two would be mine…’
She was very different from what I stood for. From what I believed in, from what I subscribed to! And the intersections (if you would draw a Venn diagram!!) were crazy! Movies, certain songs, certain people, certain beliefs (ahem! Religious sentiments- hey am pseudo secular!!) were all that we agreed upon. It’s very difficult to accept points of view which clash against personal likings. All boiled down to debates; heated discussions, if I re-phrase it, and fights! A wonderful debater, her words had the sinusoids of life, had the conviction, had the force as well as momentum to hold its own. I don’t know who won in those verbose exchanges but it just never stopped.
Neutrally speaking her confusions, entangled thoughts and beliefs should not have been judged cause that’s her essence.
And she cried a lot. Sorrows are never poetic, I feel, but then those tumbling words soaked in tears made me helpless. All the more so- me being the reason behind.

She’s a ‘wundervoll’ person, and I feel she would sparkle from every dimension of her persona. From her I have learnt that nothing is more important than chasing your dreams, nothing is more ‘kostbar’ than ‘gerwinnen’- to win! When I turn the page, looking back to the matrix of two people, I just hope there’s enough happiness for us.
Chase your dreams ‘fraulein’ and I do hope the resonance strikes as there would only be the frills of unbridled joys- with no strings attached!
As for me… mmmh, the mountain wind (that’s what my blog identity means!) blows between the crests, whooshing through the hills till there’s time- but not yet… not yet!

Ps: Past tense is a concrete basis which is never erased voluntarily- my reason behind its usage.