The wind that took the sand away

Blood relations are there to stay! We often take them for granted. And in a lot of ways, don’t realize their true worth until distances do us apart. We fall back upon them in times of need and find them just as they always were; strong as ever.

Friends are who we choose. The lines not drawn, we make up our own. There isn't any rhyme or reason and there shouldn’t be one too. Sometimes, we draw the lines only to sadly erase them away. Life is an experiment at times and the line ends up being just another one of them.

At other times, there are those that we draw them over and over again. The lines are as dark as we could draw them with hope and prayers that time and tide not wither them away. These are the ones that are close to our heart in more ways than one. They resiliently weather the storms of time only to come out stronger and better. These are the chums for life. Seas apart and yet in close proximity. Always busy and running head down in the rat race called life. Nevertheless, comfortingly and reassuringly close at all times.

Then there are those we met a few times. These are people who have left an indelible mark on our lives in a few moments of sheer magnificence. The story is surprisingly blurred. Their transitive journey from the unknown to importance is often mysterious and cannot be recollected. It may be the sheer brilliance that clouds our memory.

The wind may go as fast as it came. Yet, it leaves the tingle of its effect and the relief of the experience. An effect unlike the sand that it took away.