Words

Why are words so brutal, cruel, elusive? All when we need them the most! What it must feel like to not get tongue-tied at every important occasion and then end up thinking, “which were the better words to express everything?” All of it. Every thought. Every perception. Every wish. Every aspiration. Every quality that we embody.

Words… cheat me when I talk.

Words… reconcile when I write.

Words… my worst enemies.

Words… my best allies.

But as I think and over-think about our “love-hate” relationship, I realize that they’re my only giving. They are the only source for letting out all these afterthoughts which hold no significance. To tell myself that it’s alright if I couldn’t this time, there was a time when I was worse, there will be a time when I’ll be better.

Though words might continue to evade the grey matter, I’ll keep finding ways to obstruct them. Ways to remind them that they’re my allies after all, and to persuade them into doing what they should i.e. to come out of my mouth as coherent sentences. Till then… the struggle continues.

Prof. Dumbledore said, “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.”

Thanks for reading 🙂

Malvika Mishra.