Ruchira's Ramblings

I left a little bit of me at every place, A little broken trust, a little broken heart, A little bit of not loving myself. I found a little bit of me in all of you, A bit of spite, the good despite, A little bit of old me replaced anew. I left a little bit of me in your songs, A tattered toy, a dash of joy, A little story retold winded long. I found a little bit of me in your love, A stronger voice, a truer choice, A little light along the road as we evolve. How do you make friends? You are thrown together to sit at a table at 4 or 5 by your Kindergarten teacher. You run into each other during afternoon play because you happen to live in the same neighbourhood. At that age, that’s all that matters. You don’t think of big words like wavelength and frequency, because you don’t know your own frequency yet, and you can only like or dislike from amongst what you are given. When I try to recollect my earliest friendships, I cannot recall any great sur