That familiar world...

It is raining heavily today like that day. It is dark and pretty at the same time, just like that day. I crossed the road with my umbrella as you waited on the other side, slightly shivering in the uncanny cold that the rains bring along. You looked at me and gave your best smile and said, “I knew you would come. Oh, and you’ve got a nice hairstyle today!”

Years have gone by and I have re-visited the night several times in my head. Years have gone by but that smile is fresh in my mind. I remember that I smiled back and held on to your hand like it was the last night I was living.

Do I prefer walking along the familiar zone? Am I scared to tread the path unknown? Do I keep looking for the familiar time spent years back? Have a become comfortable thinking I know how to be in a situation like that?

Every time I map and align my pattern with people and situations which look the same. From one known space I jump to the other known space because I feel that with time I have gained maturity and I know how to deal with it better. Unfair. Unfair to me and all those people around me.  

Most of the times, I think I am there, but deep down I know it’s a measured mechanism I have mastered since those days. Something has been stopping me from breaking the chain. Something has been stopping me from breaking the pattern. For the familiar world to dissolve, I need to let go. Good things and good people are all around. Measured life doesn’t do any good to any one. New stories are to be written with a vision of the future and not on dry leaves kept carefully between the pages of a finished book.