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Assalamualaikum wbt.   To begin with, I have never been particularly comfortable with words and those who use them for living. I don't like the 'so-called wordsmiths', the skilled user with words? Yeah. This may sound unqualified, or imprecise but I have good sound reasons. And before you judge, I am certainly not having any issues with anyone who's in that field. As long as they're not presenting themselves with what society knows lies and frauds. I am, however used to be a girl of many words. I loved storytelling, I have friends who had passion over my stories and one, Asiah. I remember there was one time she texted me just to tell how bad she was missing to listen to my stories, whether good or sad she said, she enjoyed all of them. She loves to watch what I am at. I purse lips, roll eyes, the dramatic whisper and the cries of, "Damn!". I took that as a lovely remark from a friend. Thank you, Yah. Kita rindu kamu.   And so I quit. Words, wo...

Picture courtesy of Ruh Dias     "I cannot reach you from this side of the panes, you are no longer familiar, grown mysterious, have taken on different shades. And I cannot claim to know you anymore." - Muhammad Haji Salleh, THE TREE.   A bond of familiarity formed between us, once, following the good times. And to my relief, I regained some normalcy in my life. Conversations and dalliances grew intimate. I called that a development. Things have changed. So do you. Everything. Cold and lifeless days were. But still, the air was ripe with promise.   To try and quiet her mind, Sheriel deployed her thoughts to other things, to ongoing projects and cases at work, to new badminton techniques she was planning to experiment with, to memories of great friends and families. The diversion worked, but fleeting.   When you compromise for someone, you are saying to the person that you care enough to give up a part of yourself, to make thousand things work....