A new morning in an old city

You wake up. Put on your robe. Then Slippers. Ready for your walk. Until it’s time to go to bed again. A walk in your garden. 100 acres and a few more, maybe. You never really calculated but you have been here long enough.

You know the plants, and how each flower blooms here and when is it time for the leaves to fall and you know the little creatures that tiggle around among those shrubs. You feel like you have been on every path but everytime you do walk down the same one on a different day, it somehow feels different. The walk is mundane and yet the garden surprises you.

That’s your mind. And a year ago, I wrote ‘ Miracles Happen Everyday’.

Yes, they do. I am confirming it, but this morning it happened differently.

I moved across the world with my garden held tight in my arms, saw the one who left again, felt that maybe the magic was only felt by me, and somehow made my peace with it.

But I still had a smile, on my face. It’s not him, it never was. then I realized, Epic love stories never work out. they are not supposed to. That is why they are epic, they are stories the world can hear and lure upon. Stories, not routines.

My garden has enough stories for now, It needs a routine now. I need a smile by my side every time I take the walk. My smile stands in front of me. Maybe I came so far, to find that smile. And it wouldn’t have been possible without traveling so far, leaving a chance that maybe I haven’t explored my garden completely maybe there is still space for another one. or maybe it doesn’t have to be just me taking the walk alone.

He became my smile today. And I am happy today. I don’t know what tomorrow brings. And I’ll leave it at tomorrow’s hand.