I'm six years old.. at India Gate.. on a picnic with my family.. the guy blowing bubbles comes along.. preceded by a whole lot of shimmering spheres that refract the stark yellow lighting into a million rainbows...
i run into them.. dancing amidst the bubbles.. ecstatic to be surrounded by their fragile beauty..
trying to catch those transient carriers of rainbows and fairies.. wishing i could keep a few.. just a little while... keep a rainbow in my hand.. Hold those shimmering ethereal things with me forever..
but they burst as soon as i touch them..
I cant have what i yearn for...
but i keep jumping anyway.. trying to catch hold of tehm.. please god.. just one little bubble to keep with me..
why do we keep trying to hold on to things that are so fragile and unkeepable?? why do i despair for what i cannot have??
"Rainbows and fairies dont really come and sit on your hands baby..."
why cant i remember this as an adult??
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