Ballerina Me....

Of all the hundreds or possibly thousands of things i ever wanted to be when i was a kid, being a ballerina was one of them...But alas, the closest i could ever get to being a ballerina was to wishfully hope to own a cute pair of ballerina shoes...And to think of it, yesterday i was so damn close to fulfilling this longheld wish.

A sale according to me is somewhat like gambling, its addictive (ahem, the knowledge about gambling is purely based on hearsay :P)....the possibility of a focused approach towards buying something you came in to buy in the first place, is lost, when it comes to sales...But who said, shopping was meant to be a focused exercise anyways....besides the point.

Out of all the piles and piles of alluring shoes strewn across the shoe heaven (which is a heaven of sorts similar to clothes heaven and perfume heaven and so on and so forth), my eyes had to fall on the most exquisite pair of ballerina shoes, which of course was not on sale. It was love at first sight, coz honestly i could tell that those were the very ones i have been looking for, ever since i wanted to be a ballerina....My heart pounding, i reached those and i am sure my heart almost skipped a beat at the touch of those wonderfully divine pair of shoes..But then probably the shoe Gods (if there is any such entity, that is) are not happy with me for some (or maybe a variety of) reason(s)....The shoes did not fit. With a subdued hope, i enquired if i could get one of these in my shoe size..And with the response that i certainly did not want to hear, i saw my dreams of owning what i always wanted to, shattered once again :(


So close to being a ballerina and yet so far...Hard luck !

sigh..sniffle..sigh..

disconnect...

the clock continues to race ahead. new hopes for the day soar in the heart of some while some find their dreams turn to dust..new possibilities await some, while for some there are no choices left to make...words that lift the soul fill the air, struggling to find their place within the chaos and turmoil of the heart wrenching songs of a few souls...laughter intermingled with the muffled sobs...happiness in an age old war to win over sorrows...eyes filled with the light of a hopeful tomorrow, eyes with the well of tears all dried up...life races against life in an attempt to get ahead..beaten up by death at times..disconnected moments, disconnected lives..yet in a way connected..