shiftmaker

She was running along in the dark, stumbling and tripping on things, dropping the books on the floor with a multitude of thuds. I stood alone in the corner waiting for her to come to me.. I wasn't endowed with the ability to move on my own. I wanted to be the light of her life. But all I could do was only wait.. She kept moving forward, now the footsteps were moving away from me. "Isn't she here for me?", I wondered. I was destined to be her companion. Her dark days were supposed to be with me. When she poured and pondered over her best friends (read books), she would once need me. I could only hope for the day to come near. I could only wait.. I could hear her bangles scraping the floor. She must be picking up what she lost. Poor thing. She was a klutz. So are all of us, aren't we? In some way or the other. We have our bright days and we have our dark ones. My role was to wait. I wanted to shout out loud to her. To tell her to come to me so that I could help her. But alas! I was