Wordsweave

Its not today that the saga is beginning. It began long back. I don’t remember when. Probably at the time when they realized they were two different people…and the conflict started.

I don’t know whether I should start from the beginning or the end. Because the end makes more sense to the story. And then I know more concretely about it, because I am seeing it now. But the story is still going on. I think I will start from here and delve into the past. We will simply move back and forth between the past and the present. Isn’t that how life moves anyway.

They have met again today. And for a long time were caught in a deadlock. Staring at each other, in anticipation..what is going to happen next? Will it start as a friendly reunion? Or a tussle at the very inception? Whatever happens, they both know it will end up in a conflict, a struggle for taking the reigns. This has been the story..always.

The contrast is plain for everyone to see. While one holds a lonely sherry in her hand, the other is talking animatedly to a group. And it is almost natural that she held her way. I don’t know if it’s her smile, or her grace, or the natural way she connects, but no one could deny that she is always liked.

Accross the room, the other holds her grace too. But the aura of exclusivity surrounds her like a shield. It is almost like she believes everyone to be an enemy and wants to escape unscathed.

You would wonder, how they ever thought they weren’t different. But perhaps you forget the children that live in the same house and are as varied as chicken and cheese and yet are seen as same: children of the house. The distinction comes much later, and when it comes it generally is very pronounced.