Bernd's Home-coming Thoughts (3) II

I am a man of a few words. Unless the person whom I'm having a conversation with is a close pal of mine, I may come across as a dull and boring guy. I'd like to think that I can be really interesting at times (maybe my close buddies would vouch for that). So, it came as a huge surprise when H, a newly acquainted friend, could actually get me to open up and talk about anything under the sun, something which I could never do with any "newly-acquainted friend". It got me a little fuzzy but honestly, the feeling was amazing.

Throughout that period of time when we exchanged our thoughts, it seems the hustle and bustle of the world just disappeared momentarily. There were times that I did not even recall two other friends that were together with us. As all good things must come to an end, the night passed instantly and it was time to separate our ways back home.

That magical moment left a sweet memory in my mind and I could actually sleep well that night, something which I could not achieve after "ytsirsyllis". There was another time when we had the chance for a little tête-à-tête and it was just as wonderful. H, having opening up a new world in my life, had actually saved me from the dark dungeons of "ytsirsyllis". Unknowingly, I am cured.

In my twenty-one years of existence, if I had learnt something, it would be that life always gives you a little taste of something good and takes it away as soon as you covet it. This time round, though the 'chemo-therapy' was effective, it was in fact founded by a doctor years before. Helpless, I accepted the truth bravely but I was still very grateful for H's existence in my life. Just another of life's lessons... There were further implications awaiting me as I gradually found out.