The way it grips you, an unknown dubiety mating with a certain tomorrow – fact of life yet you’ll stand and stare…
The way it clings onto your skin – like the smell of the first love on your skin, it sticks on especially if it was a heart-break.
They way it finds a way back into your mind – as it singing “all I wanna do is find a way back into love”
The way it threatens to thrash your dreams – that one cold gush of wind which can make and break your house of cards…
The power of the unknown – that is what fascinates me – there are limitless opportunities to what might happen, but fear only makes your mind pick and choose those which it wants you to think about ….
As for sleep, aah well we have never really been friends on a cold winter night, with or sans fear. So that is another night’s tale by the fireplace!
Till then it’s remembering that I am still Baba’s Jhansi-Ki-Rani – the one who’s never afraid of anyone but her own lofty ambitions!