Sharing

I share this blog space with my gf, jasprit kaur randhawa. Its something i look forward to doing more with her, sharing. When im feeling sad all i wana do is speak to her, to share my sadness with her in the hope she would take some of it away,even if she cant help just listening to her voice is comforting. When im happy the first thing i do is look for my phone to call her, to give her some of my happiness, as happiness is contagious. When i wana go for an interview or sit for an exam ( my ethics exam) i feel the overwhelming need to speak to her, as sharing my thoughts and fears with her seem to help calm my nerves. if laughter is the best medicine then you should try love, its a miracle cure.

What actually happens when we share. Knowledge for example, i always felt that when i explain to someone a certain concept or share my knowledge on a topic i understand it better. When i share my thoughts with my gf, in a way i understand myself better. By sharing i am able to make sense of things. Clear thoughts become clearer and hazy ones start to the light of day.

Sharing food on the other hand is downright disgusting especially in school when a friend comes and asks to share some water, the thought of having to place my mouth on the same spot as his..eee....well, my cousin amrit and my grandma takes the concept of not sharing to another level. At least i have warmed up to the idea of drinking out of the same bottle as my cousins and family. Under normal circumstances, I wouldnt share my food unless im sharing it with my gf, or devreet my little brother ( we sometimes buy chee chong fun place it in a bowl and dig into it). Again the normal rules that govern my life wouldnt apply when it comes to jasprit. Somehow when i fell in love with her, all i wana do is share with her, every detail , beautiful moments, worst memories, everything.
But do i share enough? apparently not.. I recently took a quiz on facebook titled how well do i know jasprit randhawa..and i didnt score that well.. She took my quiz and did even worse. As i believe we are destined to be together. i have all the time in the world to share my life stories with her and she with me.

Certain intimate details are however more difficult to share than others. But is there a need to share when sharing would make both parties uncomfortable? i used to believe ignorance is bliss. Certain things are better off left to the junkyard of history. But as i matured over the years, i have learnt that the deeper you bury the junk of your past, the bigger the explosion it would cause, and believe me all junk would surface someday or another no matter how deep you bury it. Thats why i started to believe the truth is the best way forward, concealing is as good as a lie. Feelings would get hurt, hearts would get broken, but its more of a subtle damage with even the weakest of minds capable of overcoming. So i made a choice to tell my gf everything bout me, a little at a time. Some ppl i know lead a double life. I wonder how they do it. They bury themselves so deep in shit i shudder to think wat would happen the day the shithole cover blows up someday.