Step Into My Shoes..

"All your life you wait, and when it finally comes, and are you ready?" Along with December 2017 came a crushing realization that my resolutions for the year had remained only partly touched. I knew I still had a month but who was I kidding. My resolutions had wings and they had already perched themselves on the next year, impossible to achieve as they were in a mere four weeks' time. The mechanisms of my mind on the day the realization hit very hard will always remain a mystery to me but I remember feeling like a caged animal, desperate to do something, to find an escape from the helplessness. One of my resolutions had been to get inked. But hadn't that always been on my list, year after year? The first time, I wanted to have my name in Tengwar, just like Fernando Torres has. Then I wanted to get a clover (wishes, wishes). I also was keen on a tulip. Deathly Hallows perhaps? Ganesha, or a Saraswati Mantra. The options were plenty and not enough resolve. ...

I still get emails from websites like Tarot, I Ching, Horoscope Daily...but despite their diligence, they always end up in my "deleted" folder without being read. I suppose there is a time in life when you fall for anything and then later realize how stupid they have been the whole time. To be honest, back in school, I used to buy newspapers just to see my horoscope. That would be a way to prepare me for the day. If Sagittarius had 5 stars, I'd be happy, thinking that my day was going to go flawlessly, and that something good was going to happen. But if someday, there was a 2/3 stars then, my spirits would just slump and I'd dread going to school at all. Teenage: boys, boys, boys, or just that special one; a casual attraction or a deep love, no matter how mistaken. Truth be told, going to school has only a handful of motives, nearing the top is the people of opposite sex; my crush, my friends’ crush, my crush's crush, etc. And horoscope came a lot han...