I met her when she was 16. She used to be occupied with her schoolwork, routine chores and very limited circle of friends. Simple, innocent, pious, humble, honest, diligent, and...talkative. She carried a butcher's knife with her at all times. Whenever she'd sense an opportunity, she'd hand it over to the person and gallantly be their scapegoat. That little schoolgirl with her 'My Sweet Friends & Bitter Foes' stories, endless presentations, tiring chores, and her beloved nephew...she had a fully packed schedule. And somehow still managed to give plenty of time to everyone. God knows how.
Time passed and nature decided it was about time she should blossom. She was still young. Little did she know she was just a fresh bud awaiting her springtime. And ofcourse, blossoming wasn't as easy and painless as it appeared. The more beautiful and intricate the flower, the longer and painful the blooming phase.
As soon as her inner petals caught the first glimpse of sunshine, they leaped out and strived to fade in with the light forever. A rather bold step it was, but her core was too feeble to stop what seemed a rather natural phenomenon. So she swayed with the breeze and let the happenings happen. She noticed there were many others of her kind, perhaps more radiant than her. She strung herself along with them; she built her world around them. They were her joy, her grief, her life, her dream and she wanted to spend forever this way.
But then, suddenly - or perhaps unexpectedly- the strings started breaking lose, people changed, goals diverged, feelings started to fade; distance and loneliness overshadowed her entire world.
There she was...all alone...falling apart...bit by bit...feeling frozen, broken, twisted, forsaken, gloomy and everything she could've dreaded.
She collapsed, fought back, relapsed, rebuffed and it kept looping on and on..
Now she was no more a little schoolgirl...she grew up. Her innocence evolved into modesty. She learnt to keep her secrets. And she grasped some negative elements too. Now she was smart, witty, wild, crazy and trustworthy as ever. Her piety went on and off. Many of her traits kept falling in and out. She was growing, rapidly dissolving and evolving; learning and forgetting. She was....phasing.
Life's a mess...she craved a distraction...and something to lean on to..so she could eventually stand up.. so she could rise and shine! She didn't want to surrender...she wasn't supposed to, she wasn't destined to.
She started reaching out..
.sketching, painting, writing, decorating...everything! She hastened. ..she wanted to touch and feel the beauty of everything....everything within her reach, everything her core can feel attached to. Because she....she wanted to find herself, discover her innermost marvel God had locked up and concealed deep within her. She was far far far from all the jasmines and lilies that surrounded her. And somewhere in her heart, she knew it! Though she never really acknowledged.
She struggled, failed; worked harder, achieved; stepped forward, fell harder; gave up, started over and there she is, you can still see her struggling. You can see her smiling away her fears and failures, grinning about her triumph over disasters. She's that kinda girl. Always ready, always handy. Always complainful, yet thankful to Almighty.
I dont know much of her recent self...but I assume that she's a lot more stable and stronger than before. She's silly but much wiser than before. She absorbed the fact that life is going to be hard. Good things will always be wrapped in thorns. People and life will keep pulling her down, she'll have to fight back up. She knows it'll exhaust her and sometimes it's going to be okay to reciprocate or just get succumbed for a while. Or perhaps, Im just wrong...
Its strange how life dragged us apart...or perhaps, somewhere we too were decissively involved in the process. Whatever...maybe.
Well, what I know is...she wasn't falling apart back then, she was opening up. The beauty wasn't really around in what she did, it was within her...and it spilled out beautifying all that she did.
And what she still doesn't know is...she isn't just another Rose or Lavender. This girl, she's a Rhododendron. She's packed with captivating scent that spreads like wild fire. It enchants whoever crosses the path of her life. And whatever she touches, her scent locks up on it forever. She isn't one of those radiant colours, she carries a pure and elegant tone of white colour...like those creamy clouds up there...so pure...
This girl - She's Legendary. She's born for Glory.
And, she hasn't fully bloomed yet. She needs more of her Creator and less of His creation to be there...but she needs them both anyway.
May she find what she's looking for sooner than soon could be.
