All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
During our first year of Pre-University, we were taught Zoology by an exceptional lecturer – a certain Mr. P. Sadly, he had to leave right in the middle of our second year to pursue further studies. I remember his parting words to our batch which included a few words of praise, caution and wisdom……and which mentioned yours truly. I had a very expressive personality which declared the tempo of his lecture to be very boring or very interesting - one look at my face and he would know how ‘good’ his lecture was.
Yesterday, I proved Mr. P wrong.
Yesterday, I talked, laughed, flirted, joked, teased, questioned setting the stage for conversation as if nothing significant had happened…..or nothing significant would happen.
Yesterday, I felt slightly proud of myself......
......except for one ‘small’ side-effect akin to a tightly corked bottle.
Have to let go of something which was never mine....because the show must go on........