You belong to?

"You belong to?" It is a straight forward question. The logical answer to it would be a place.But if you pause and think, rewind and re-look at your life. The answer to this question would have had million alterations. 

I belong to the beach when I laid my eyes on the moving waves and let the water brush up my feet, when I walked in that sand and sunk my fears deep, I took off from the ground let dreams build in the zephyr. I belong to the nature on the chilly morning when I was in awe of the beauty I was fortunate enough to see. I belong to my mom whenever I went crying and she took me in- nothing was spoken but conversations were made. I belong to my sister who caught hold of my hand and told her friends- this is my sister, with proud smile spread across her face.

I belong to all those who thought I was worthy of their conversations. To friends who put faith and shared their fears and little secrets. I belong to the arms that hugged me when in distress. The adamant friends who decided for me that I cannot be left to cry. Those crazy people who had more belief in my abilities than I ever did. I belong to my school- for putting up with all my mischiefs. Silly fights. Punishments.  Embarrassments. Victories. I belong to the guys who decided I was special irrespective of what I felt for them. I belong, in bits and pieces to all people I admire and adore for various reasons. 

I belong to the puppy that playfully jumped into my arms. I belong to grass I lied down on.  I belong to kid who wrapped his hand around my arm. I belong to the elderly with who chose that I accompany them for an evening stroll.

It could be the photographs, images, food, places, conversations and million other indescribable teeny-weeny things that stirred my existence and added little meaning to it. I belong to all of it.

And people ask, "You belong to?" Now, can you give the answer? Is it a place?

55 Fiction #8 "Thinking aloud"

She walked into the restaurant. She suddenly felt too dressed, too stupid, too unprepared. She was unsure. She snubbed crazy infatuations, senseless proposals and meaningless conversations all this while… it was easy saying no. But this time she couldn’t. 

The first thing she said that night – “I am so screwed………………………. Shit I said that aloud!!!!” 

Simple wishes

I want to douse in the sun on a chilly day,

I want to hug the clouds and lie down on the hay.

I want to trot on an unknown terrain,

I want to see the daisy caught in a window pane.

I want to root myself to the ground like a tree,

I want to flutter my wings and fly around like a bee.

I want to be warm like the summer sun,

I want to pour like rain, joy and fun.

I want to sing and hum like a cuckoo bird,

I want to match my steps with a sheep herd.

I want to touch a tree, let the wind tousle my hair.

I want to walk around free, show everything some care.

PS: This was supposed to be a post. But, it was rhyming. So made it a poem. :]