~~ My World ~~

Delightful little butterflies seem to twirl around my waist as I woke up this morning into a Prussian blue dawn that was raising its reticent little head from the farther corner of the horizon ~ translucent, silvery, glorious.
Have you waited for something so long that you don't remember when it all started, spent infinite moments picturing it, rewinding and playing it in your head again and again and again. Tireless. But when its finally in front of you, circumnavigating the borders of sweet fruition; you're filled with a trepidation mingled mirth sort of sensation in the pit of your stomach, you're unsure it is happiness or excitement or fear.
A similar feeling fox-trot inside my belly tonight, as I see this breaking dawn, that just got newly color-splashed. And I realize, dreams do come true. You just have to hold on to them, a little longer that you thought you could.

Talking about your wedding with your mom is weird thing. As you are discussing the time, jewellery, the events, the works. Listening to her talk to you about how you should equip yourself to handle new responsibilities, the way she sees right through you and knows that when you don’t want to get married just yet, you actually mean you don't want to shoulder the responsibilities all the new relationships are going to bring.
She asks me, "And how many days are you going to fly like a careless birdie. After all you have your nest on earth; you are not a sky dweller." To which I grin and quip, "Till I grow old." She retorts as effortlessly as it can be, in her typical poetic demeanor and verbiage," No matter how old you become, you'll have to come back to your nest, isn't it? Won't you like to teach a small birdie like you how to fly, just like I taught my small birdie?” And just like that that battle is lost.
The journey of a mother and a daughter is such a queer one. It’s as if you both metamorphose into womanhood together, side by side. Learning from each other, sharing each other’s feelings as though you are just friends, taking each other's advice, sometimes fighting and then quickly making up because you both share the tendency of not being able to stay angry with people you love for too long. And you realize, you never want to leave her womb and see what they call "the world". For that is where your world is.
Maa….You are where my world is... There was never really another way without you, was there?