Changing days !!

The transition is discernible. The rapport has diminished. Eloquences have turned trivial and suddenly there is a sullen feeling of gloom that’s disconcerting.

The feeling is that of a son who suddenly discovers that his young little sibling is the first child and that he was fostered. Much to his exasperation he is suddenly unable to bear the distance that grows large by the day between his memories and realism, for things shall never be the same from there on.

Here he is at the crossroads of life, carrying the memories of a sidekick who grew in stature and importance at the speed of light only to fall flat to leave him crest fallen. Like the foster son, he has become a subject of dereliction and restricted to perfunctory greetings. It’s as much fathomable to him as it is to her. But, as much as he wishes to get back to what they were, the alter ego wants to hamper this.

From being a pillar of strength, he has been reduced to being a matter of despise. For how long he may have to masquerade his emotions is something time can tell. But for now, the good times are gone for the bad and he's left stranded with only memories to ruminate.

The parting has left an excruciating mark in his heart and an indelible impact on his mind. The days of turbulence are there to stay unless he sheds his ego and surrenders his superciliousness to the extent of seeking amnesty for gaffe. But, just as the mind prepares to strike harmony, his mind is spated with fears of not getting reciprocated..Is it prepared to face further insult to the maim that has already been caused ? For now, the agony stays as the mind strives for tranquility...