The SMS

I don’t hold on to the tail of your kite, I am not like the other girls you have known, but I believe I am worth coming home to, kiss away the night, this girl only sleeps with butterflies …. So go on and fly then … boy …

For a few minutes I sat staring doltishly at the cell, trying to recollect whose number that would be. Cell numbers, unfortunately, are not like landline numbers, in that we can at least get an idea of the area from where the call originated. I gave up after two minutes and messaged back appreciating the “Good Morning SMS” and asked the senders name as an acknowledgement. I got a reply enquiring whether I had received the cell number change intimation SMS. I answered negative.

I like such SMS’, there is something romantic about them and at times creepy. You wish serendipity, which most of the times ends in exalted disappointment.

Strange is it not? That of the myriads who before us passed the door of darkness through. Not one returns to tell us of the Road, which to discover we must travel too…

I pondered over the text. So true, so practical ………. the words and their arrangement acted like a spear of diction and breached my clogged mind. If each one of us were to be clairvoyant, failure would loose its existence and so would success. Imagine a world without ambiguities …. without contingencies; a world where we all know beforehand, the ramifications of each and every decisions that we make. We need to experience ups and downs in life as they are the ones that help us distinguish between right and wrong; success and failure; winning and losing. In a way it is similar to personifying “Failure is stepping stone to success”.