Tiny Little Bottles

I believe that memories are like little perfume bottles stored in our mind. Each having a distinct fragrance, color and effect. Even after a long time has passed, you just need the tiniest rippled to cause a flood, bringing in these distinct feelings and fragrances gushing into your mind. But these floods sometimes cause a little damage. They remind you of better times which make you nostalgic. Or the stormy days that make you wonder how you survived. Each little bottle has its own significance.

Wine-Stained

So I have a question. What happens if if you spill your drink over your favorite white dress? Its ruined forever and you can never wear it again. You tell yourself that you should've been more careful and little less clumsy. But whatever you say or what ever you do that stain's never gonna come off once it dries. You'll never be able to wear it again. I often find myself in such situations and its not always a dress that gets ruined.

Fairy Tale Undone

We all grow up listening to fairy-tales. With their, twisted fates, evil stepmothers, dark curses and impossible dreams turning into sparkly dresses, charming princes, fairy-godmothers and the true love's kiss to fix everything in the end. These simple stories bring us impossible hope. And hopeless little girls grow up dreaming of perfect happy endings. 

But I wonder if Happy-Endings do exist or if fairy-tales are just sad lies?

Flames to Embers

So, yesterday I went to this bonfire party with my friends. And after everybody had left, I stayed to get some alone time. You see, I was having a tough week because last Monday, the universe suddenly decided that it hated me and started to conspire against me. Hence my state of mind. This time I was pretty sure that I wouldn't recover so I sat alone, in  front of the restless flames, feeling as if nothing was going to be okay ever again. As I sat there, hopelessly pondering, the fire started to die. And as I saw the flames turn to embers, something occurred to me.