Once upon a time, there came a genie in a bottle, that debo decided to open.
But oops, debo had already quit alcohol, so even though she opened the lid and took a sniff sniff sniff, and treasured that one moment of whiff, she closed the lid back and sent it away.
Oh no debo, what did you do….dearie dearie me….
Gone was the bottle and gone was the once upon a time
Instead, debo waited alone,
Lost in a world of bubble wraps, from all those moments of dreamy escapades and runaways and whatnots, when retail therapy and diving inside paperbacks and listening to those clouds of music were all she did….and did a lot
Where the picture frames turned sepia with the pictures that were missing somewhere else
Where the poetry she started faded out into lines that got blurry, but were interesting, strong, feminine, beautiful and true, nonetheless
But horror of horrors
The genie she had sent away, and yet her dreams didn’t end
Or dreaming rather
And yet again, once upon a time,
There was a bug that debo found….not somewhere out there, but oh goodness oh….right inside her head
And there it was, the one that was the reason why she was the way she was, and why it was the best way for her, and most of those ways that your heart tells you are the best, are also the worst if you listen to your mind instead….but then again, this was debo….and she wouldn’t really listen to her mind…would she?
You know her, don’t you?
That mad madness of a girl, no woman, actually, the one who can never change, no matter what…
Who can never really stop the madness, that’s seeped into her pores, into her heart, into her dreams…and into her…that’s turned her what she is…and will be.
And if you don’t know her that well enough, beware….get away….for either she will love being with you and not let you go, or she’ll push you away or run away herself….your choice….
But by the way, whatever she does, she was, she is, she will remain….that once upon a time, that story that starts and maybe never finds an ending….the dream that begins, and keeps coming back, without shutting off the stories…
And if you really did reach all the way till here, then I send you a hug, coz I sure didn’t realize what I was writing….and my word bubble is still not full
- Debolina Raja
And like I always believe in and say:
"Heal the world we live in
Save it for our children" - MJ