She helped herself into my room, our rooms were adjoining and it wasn't hard for her to jump into my balcony. "Isn't it illegal for government officers to smoke up?", she said. "Well, it is illegal for everyone really...", I retorted.
She had tied her hair up in a bun with a pen. I guessed she must be a writer or something. "So what do you do these days? Besides spying on little children like me?", I said. "You're not a kid anymore, and are we going to just stand here or are you going to light that up?", she said in a funny tone, which I faintly remembered.
It had been 7 long years since I last saw her and yet she looked almost the same. I on the other hand had changed a lot, I now looked nothing like that child who once thought the world was all warm hugs and cotton candy. The years had taken some toll on me, not physically but emotionally. Was I stronger or was I even more weaker only time could tell.
The journey was not an easy one for me, from fighting depression to recovering from a shit hole that I once called life, it wasn't easy. I made many new friends, many new foes, all of whom who taught me something. I had matured in years but my soul still was child like or was this my illusion. Something that I felt was true but was nothing but a fallacy of a mind trying to fight itself. Was I winning or losing? The battle raged inside me but my exterior was calm, no one could say I was a warrior who fought a thousand battles. My scars were invisible my wounds were hidden and my battle cry was silent.
Who knew who I was? Am I the one who had double masters and topped the country's toughest exam? Am I the child who got his heart broken to the very woman who is now standing in front of him? Am I the soul which was torn to pieces every day? or am I all of them? or am I just a soul getting older and darker? When will the war within settle down? Will my Kalinga ever be won or will I lose myself to destiny?
She stood there in front of me lighting that joint and all I could think was of leaving that room. But, a part of me wanted to be there to just look at her and take her into my arms, it seemed she was the one who could end my war. But was it really what she wanted or honestly what I wanted? Can anyone really end someone's war?
"You want something to drink, water or something?", I asked sheepishly. Why was I going back into my shell? I have to get back out, I am not a child anymore. I must get out, I'll have break this glass.
"Yeah! I'll help myself, this is some good stuff! Is this Malana?", she asked. "No this is from Kasol really, I was there last week for a trek, you been there?", I said, my voice had returned, whoever is in there does not want me to hold back this time. This time its different the hills maybe silent, but I am not. I will speak, I will roar and the world will hear my battle cry!