Numbers….they haven’t been my best friend nor have I made any attempt to make them mine.
We have always remained acquaintance since our childhood, ‘Hi and Hello’ kind. We both have made attempts not to cross each others path or have always maintained our distanced whenever we met, but my destiny remains such that my existence is based on them.
Some of us are their best friends and understand how they swing. We learn about them, analyze, fall in love with them and wonder what makes them tick. We learn to live besides them happily and harmoniously. Some of us have succeeded in mastering them too.
I co-exist with them, hoping they won’t interfere in my arena nor will I meddle in their works. That’s how we have lived these years and I guess that how we will grow old. Sometimes it’s great to hang out with them, sometimes they are bad and bring in sorrow and sometimes they even get really ugly and leave scars, the ones I would never want to recall.
I see them eating, spewing, reproducing or segregate their folks, just like we do. So if there is good, bad and ugly within us, the same hypothesis is applied to them too, right?
They do have something in common with us; they are labeled lucky, unlucky or remain neutral in their number span, just like us.
Each of them are common in our individual life but they bring in different set of emotions, memories and changes in our life that I question today that, whether are we made up of them or are they made up of us.
You can’t live with them and you cannot live without them. It’s a strange relationship but I guess some relationships are not meant to be understood, it’s better for all of us that they remain unfamiliar, mysterious and rhetorical.
Words portray emotions and I think it’s safer to live with numbers.
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