Dedicated to a friend, who is forever in and out of love.
He swayed around her, hoping to attract her attention; very thought of him made her blush, she liked being wooed more than being in love, it was like a drug, she felt wanted, alive, when pursued. With attention span of a child they all came and went; she felt strewn time and again, but one day it all made sense to make peace with that feeling of high and lows that followed. She wanted to be alive, gather her life – those small pieces made “Her”; instead of pining for a destination, she decided to enjoy the journey with its oddities and euphoria. She shared pieces of soul with everyone she met. Glad she could do it, made her life colorful- with its shades of grey and blues- VIBGYOR. Wasn’t life all about experiences?