The delirium called happy endings!

I was at the pond that evening. Waiting for my 30-second therapy of watching all the lights come on in a circumferic sequence. I thought of how when we were kids we never thought of impediments and assumed everything would fall into place…there will be a happy ending…

Now it makes me wonder how many drunken frogs have been kissed by all of us put together waiting for prince charm-fuck-ing.how many shafts of hope the hearts emitted looking for the fairytale…when you hit moment of realization and figure the preconceived notion of a car with a heart shaped placard saying ‘just married driving down winding roads might not be what happy endings are supposed to be.

I’ve seen all of us waltz around in our moments of triumphs, the first times of falling in love, kissing in the rain, dancing to Clapton and hoping that’s the last of the first dances. We have all at some point lost to another woman, been second fiddles, stood crying in the rains as our tears enmeshed two bodies together in goodbyes.

The beginning of happy endings need not be with a prince always. Neither do the ends. There are tiny moments of joy we’ve ignored looking for the big fireworks. And who knows what part of our lives or the decisions we’ve made were good or bad for us? I had been forewarned before every fall I’ve had. I still took leaps that were bound to end in thuds back to reality. But we always get up, dust our pants and recover!