random thoughts: 1
Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2026 12:52 pm
some places leave footprints on our lives long after we've walked from them, or, even way before we realize we are no longer part of it. Not because of some random virtual spaces but b'coz of the ppl who quietly became a part of our everyday existence.
recently, i left a place that had come to feel like home, or more like some ppl come to feel like so. yet, as i packed my bags and said my goodbyes, i realized i wasn't leaving behind the walls or memories tied to some virtual space, but, i was leaving behind conversations of every kinds, laughter, shared routines, and ppl who had woven themselves into the fabric of my days.
this is not just about the virtual place, but about the ppl who made that place impossible to forget.
we all had to type something into a search engine to end up where we currently are, or atleast, where we were before i quit it, and, my story was no different.
IDK,
on a random night of monsoon, i met my very first PM (personal message).
A person who would eventually become my most beautiful ghost, of all the ghosts i have had. This ghost was fragile, frightened, carrying an innocence like a kid with pure intentions would, yet, very kind, and warm, with no filters. Perhaps, searching for the someone hidden behind the nick.
BTW, i will always remember the kind of welcome i received by this ghost, *smirks*
you would prolly expect me to say it was warm.
IT WASNT!
infact, our very first interaction turned into an argument.
yes, An argument. The first PM. The first conversation. The first disagreement. SIGH!
looking back now, it's hilarious. out of all the ways two ppl could begin a story, we somehow chose a fight!
but, isn't that we all do?
we fight, we drift apart, yet life has a tender way of bringing us back, smiling, laughing, side by side again.
to be continued...
recently, i left a place that had come to feel like home, or more like some ppl come to feel like so. yet, as i packed my bags and said my goodbyes, i realized i wasn't leaving behind the walls or memories tied to some virtual space, but, i was leaving behind conversations of every kinds, laughter, shared routines, and ppl who had woven themselves into the fabric of my days.
this is not just about the virtual place, but about the ppl who made that place impossible to forget.
we all had to type something into a search engine to end up where we currently are, or atleast, where we were before i quit it, and, my story was no different.
IDK,
on a random night of monsoon, i met my very first PM (personal message).
A person who would eventually become my most beautiful ghost, of all the ghosts i have had. This ghost was fragile, frightened, carrying an innocence like a kid with pure intentions would, yet, very kind, and warm, with no filters. Perhaps, searching for the someone hidden behind the nick.
BTW, i will always remember the kind of welcome i received by this ghost, *smirks*
you would prolly expect me to say it was warm.
IT WASNT!
infact, our very first interaction turned into an argument.
yes, An argument. The first PM. The first conversation. The first disagreement. SIGH!
looking back now, it's hilarious. out of all the ways two ppl could begin a story, we somehow chose a fight!
but, isn't that we all do?
we fight, we drift apart, yet life has a tender way of bringing us back, smiling, laughing, side by side again.
to be continued...