In the beginning....

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.