I could have had anything.
Anything I wanted.
Stacks of coins and bundles of notes.
I smiled at them and moved ahead.
I don't need any of it.
Because I am rich already. Filthy rich.
Beautiful eyes.
Eyes that could see everything anyone else can't.
I don't need them.
Because I know the horrors of closing my eyes and still being able to see the world, already.
And then you.
I could have had you, too.
The thin glass between us could shatter.
If I wanted to.
But tiny sherds of indecision would have remained, anyway.
When My Wish Granting Fairy appeared at my doorsteps yesterday,
I could have had anything.
Anything I wanted.
Ah, the tragedy of being able to have anything one wants...
I miss the comfort of not having to steer my boat and letting the winds do it.
An abstract one. The Writer here is her own Wish Granting Fairy, because she is in control of her life, at least she thinks so. But having control and maintaining it could be tiring. The Writer here hence wishes she didn't have to control and she could just let the things unfold on their own.
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