Metathesiophobia

The word ‘Change’ is echoing like never before. I hate to admit that I have started hating that word. Of late changes freak me out. More so I don’t want any change in my life, at least for now. I am happy with the way things are going. I don’t want this damn thing do change my regular chores. 

I don’t want new people entering my radar. I don’t want old people leaving the same. It may get ridiculously monotonous. That’s fine…at least it’s not making things doleful. No more mood swings. No more penchants for anything. Just me and my damn environment, which is the product of mine but not the vice versa. What am I? Probably your answer: A damn self-centered bloke. My reply: you got it wrong. 

And when it comes to farewells..yes you guessed it right. I loathe airport farewells. Also pickups but on a lighter side for varied reasons. 

Reckon my psyche gotta change. I did change. Didn't I? After all Change is the only Constant happening in everyday life.  Hmpf.

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Renaissance of the old times

Staying in touch has always been a choice..If someone wants me to stay in touch, I would step out of my comfort zone..On the flip side if I decide to let go someone from my way I would be glad if we don't cross our paths again.. 

I guess I have ants and scorpions in my pocket..Cant just contain myself...I feel myself locked up in the container desperately trying to expand myself..Ya why not!!

And the reason I buzzed my old chum(this time the call got through)...and the choice was mutual. Voila!!I know I rambled about these for umpteen number of times but ain't this special?...The conversation was absolutely vibrant. Kept on pulling each others legs, remembering the old times, trying those punch lines we used to use against each other, some cute, sweet little things and many other things but zilch...

Kept on going and going , reluctantly( wished the time would freeze) at last hung up the call. Couldn't ask for anything better.Spot on!!