People are Life's strange ways



Life has its strange ways…more strange are the people you meet…stranger still is how  your relationship with each of them eventually turns out to be.
There are these people whose first impression in your mind is not what you would call appealing. Often they are the ones to prove you wrong. They seem nice when you actually understand them without being prejudiced. Hey! Who says first impression is the last impression…this aint no interview…right?
Certain people just become close to you without your conscious effort. You can speak your heart out or throw a tantrum or just hang out with them. Here, there is no hesitation or thinking twice. You know they are just ready to listen without judging, all cause they know you well enough to care.
Some just know your name, while others are the –“hai, how are you, am good, bye” type. What they think about you is not something you ll probably know, not that it matters anyway.
There are also ones you have good laugh with and joke around for some time. Oh! We are talking fun here ;)
There will also be people who are with you just for their own personal interests or cause they ve none else. Either way they are not in the least bothered about you.
I don’t really know what am getting at but am not quite an easy going or the outgoing girl. I take time to make friends, won’t talk much until I get comfortable. I always want to be a person who takes time to trust but I dont know if I am, actually.
It might sound funny but I don’t talk but I do study people…well, that’s just a nice way of saying I judge them. Reflecting on that, it’s more important to accept how some people are because everyone or everything is the way it is for a reason though you might not know it. That’s something I ll ve to learn.
Whole of life is a process of give and take. Unless you are ready to give something you can’t expect to get…rather you get back what you give.
We are all humans…we all have different personalities, values and beliefs…nonetheless all of us will agree we like being treated right and understood…no one fancies being lonely.
We meet just so, so many people in a lifetime. All of ‘em play some role in your life, as short as it maybe. Dealing with people makes you learn a lot of lessons…it makes you evolve as a person.
People are Life’s strange ways…of making you happy…of screwing you…of helping you…of everything, honestly.
As much as I would love saying you have a choice as to whom you let into your life…it’s only fair to admit that it’s woven in the threads of life.
                                                                          
(originally written on 4/3/14)

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