Confessions

I wouldn't really call them confessions. More like confiding in someone. You tell them about your life, your secret affairs, you reveal that part of you which is safely hidden away from the world.

While narrating the memories, some forbidden, some bittersweet, some painful you relive them, recount them, experience them again and you are surprised to find that those memories matter. Slowly you peel off every layer and you show forth yourself to this person. At times, you yourself cannot recognise this person that emerges through the narration of your experiences.

And then you realise that you cease to be acquaintances. You are friends now.

Thank you for confiding in me. Friend.