Remembering

I was looking at a blog I had started a long time back and which had one solitary post.  I only wrote once, because it then seemed so futile, and almost self-defeating, because I felt worse after I wrote it.  And the days, weeks, months, passed.  And here we are today. 

I read that post again and cried remembering the person I was then, what I was going through, the unknown laid out in front of her.  Because while what I wrote seems innocuous enough, reading it made me re-live those days. 

 

[Bunbun was my nickname for Nik, and Tutu was Anju's]