Tryst with Destiny
The thunderstorms are meant to be surpassed by the sunlight, the darkness is usually overshadowed by the bright, and the wounds are healed with time. I met you when I wasn’t ready to be healed, the storm was never willing to settle and the sun never hoped to shine. However, my heart could recognise the warmth, the calmness that surrounded you, persuaded me to cross the tunnel of overpowering thoughts and the darkness was willing to surrender. You somehow managed to revive the expectations of the 16-year-old and tried to convince the stubborn, hopeless 20-year-old to meet the younger version halfway. You made her fall in love with every possible version she possessed, taught her to find hope in the little things and picked her up even though she wasn’t willing to start again. Your eyes conveyed a new story altogether, your innocence melted her heart, and your smile gave her hope. I could feel the air around, the freshness and the lost kindness that you brought along. You revived the