Who Says

Who says that i cant be free

from all of the things that i used to be

Rewrite my History

Who says i cant be free

I hum these lines as I trudge along in the Cool Bangalore Night, a gentle, refreshing breeze blows up against my face while I close my eyes and keep walking. I haven’t felt this close to happiness in a long time. Maybe, Ignorance is bliss.

I don’t believe for a second that the meaning of the words escapes me. I don’t know what it is about the gentle breeze that makes me forget. And lets me Hope. Just for a moment, it lets me breathe and lets me dream. Of Independence. Of being unshackled. If only for a fleeting moment.