In the beginning they were quite aloof,
I was more aloof.
Our eyes collided, but never met;
as if our eyes could never meet.
In the beginning, when they talked to each other;
I used to shut behind my door.
They were aliens with hidden agendas,
and I was the most fussy, in the lane.
In the beginning they were strangers,
And on a day like this we smiled, quite strange!
They talked to me with no hidden agendas,
And I was no more the fussy lady, in the lane.
In the beginning we are all blank papers,
every day we mark our profiles;
profiles colored and marked by our deeds and words.
Now the world is this neighborhood of familiar profiles.