I was just a normal teenager when I met you for the first
time. I don’t remember much but I remember feeling nervous and scared. I even
thought you were gross. But that was
only then. I later realized that we had a long way to go together. I couldn’t discuss
you with my friends for fear that they wouldn’t understand you as well as I did.
My relatives came to know though and they
made a big fuss about it. Our meetings were occassional after that and I knew
when to look out for you. Slowly, I opened up and discussed you with my
friends. This was then. Years passed.
I was in my twenties and you had become a part of my life.
At times, you drove me crazy and very few people could handle me then. You got
me high even without drugs. You pushed me into the deepest abyss of depression.
You made me cuddle up on a bed all day long. Sometimes you made me wait for
days together and drove me mad enough to visit a doctor. Sometimes you were
just a big pain in the ass and I just couldn’t
wait for the days to pass, to get over you.
I am married now. But I know that we are still not through. I
freak out if I don’t see you as I’m still not ready for it yet. Not yet. I know
that someday , you will leave me for months.I know that someday, when I’m old,
you’ll leave me forever. And that, you’ll make me feel for it before you
finally let go of me. Until then, I mark the days in the calendar and wait for
you every month. Dear Periods, Please be on time next month atleast.
