a yellow glint

The pair studs winked at her. As beams of bright sunlight shone on it. Randomly. They stayed in her earlobes for a long time, she decided. The pieces of gold will rest in utmost security for a few months to come. Unless, somebody's reminded of their existence.

She is somebody who refuses to have them adore her. Some piece of decoration. The tiny gold studs were placed in her eyes since a month or so. It is perhaps, the longest period of time during which she allowed the yellow metal to touch her skin. In the recent past.

The last time she wore gold was during a cousin's wedding half an year ago. Quite unlike the usual feminine nature from her background; by way of family and place of birth.

Like it did matter. Who cared for a glint of gold on her ears, or a string hanging down her neck. The latter taking place once in a blue moon, or far more rarely, if one could say. When she had various other things to think about. And when the world abounded in blues, reds, greens.

She, never did understand the value of gold, or the reason why a young woman should deck up with gold necessarily. She would never understand them, perhaps. As mentioned before, she's not bothered by it.

There are moments when my mood elevates when i talk to a friend. Especially when i'm feeling low. It gets even more depressing when the friend does not have the time to talk to me. Moreover, i guess i don't really rely on somebody unless i'm at my nerve's end. Totally desperate, longing for a voice which lightens my heart.

At times, due to whatever reasons, i simply don't find anybody with whom i can share my thoughts at that point of time. And i've ended up feeling all the more terrible. Such instances made me swear that i would never allow things to proceed in this fashion. During times, when, perhaps, i can offer support to somebody else. On the other hand, i never did realise that i could offer emotional help. I mean, why would others approach, me; of all people?

I, now, realise how important is to listen to somebody, when she/he turns to a second person for support. A very humbling experience, if i can say.

Inshallah~