Being not-me.

You don't plan for it, and you'd think it is the silly thing to do. That second scoop of ice cream inspite a scratchy throat; rushing out of a restaurant - with your best friend, stomach cramps from laughing too hard, and a 'borrowed' knife in your pocket for a souvenir; 'happiness-in-a-shot', one too many you realize waking up to a heavy head; the stack of stones from places you've long forgotten or times you don't want to remember anymore.

Sometimes we choose or end up in the alternative tracks of our lives - ones you'd think is unlike you, ones you say you did not plan for. All silly, you say. Then you close your eyes, and feel happy. Exactly how you felt, with the ice cream melting in your mouth. With the wind against your hair and a grip so firm you know they'd pull you back before you went down - for the rest of your lives, each time, every time. Laughing, talking, sharing - not knowing when to say when. Holding the rock and knowing it still breathes life into a precious memory, a special moment unlike the ones you did not mark with a stone. And then you know, sometimes the alternative tracks are the right ones to tread, to enjoy and to strut your way through life.