Numbered Days
How often does things look infinite? How often do we get to really enjoy someone's presence? Yesterday I actually completed watching HIMYM. Yesterday my mom left for Gujarat. Yesterday I realised why we prefer to wait because no matter how painful it gets, it brings in a lot of hope into our lives. From the day I got to know she would be coming, I have not been more happier but from the point she reached in every little moment I spent with her something was breaking inside me. I knew it wouldn't be long enough and she would be gone. I would randomly hug her and start to cry. Probably the same reason I never completed HIMYM before. I always knew the ending was weird and crappy and it spoiled all the 8 good seasons the show had stored in it. But finally I did and all I realised was that the show could not have been any more real than it had been made. From every dialogue to every connection to every character, the vividity it portrayed was inexplicable. That show felt all far too long but as I approached to the scene when Ted and Tracy met, I started to cry again for the very same reason.
Endings are painful and everything is gonna happen when it has to happen and nothing can be done other than just accepting it and moving forward. These things scar us for a lifetime.
I hope next time my mother leaving won't hurt this much. And I again started with Brooklyn 99 which I had left in the very middle to start HIMYM.
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