The Flower of the Sun

sunflower fieldI think it’s time for me to tell you something. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. It follows me everywhere I go. While I’m jogging. While listening to Howard Shore and Hans Zimmer. Even when I’m taking a warm shower or turning over in my bed. I sometimes can’t explain why it insists on following me, and why I can’t seem to stop it. All rationale simply eludes me, and I don’t know what name to call it. But one thing that I do know is that I feel good whenever I think about it. It hardly feels like an obsession, but it still occupies me so completely and so effortlessly.

It’s not been too long ago that I met you for the first time. Time has flown by in a whisker, and I can’t believe that I’ve spent so much time with you already. Every time that I meet you, it feels as though I’ve known you since ages – that we’ve been friends for a very very long time. I cast my eyes on you all the time, because they are drawn towards you, just like a sunflower that tries to look the sun all the time. Gradually over the course of these many months, I have observed many things about you – those of your traits that are visible, those that cannot been be seen, and those that can be known only by a close friend.

Your penchant to make me smile is unparalleled. You are so talented, yet so unassuming. You’ve taught me many life-changing lessons. Your grit and tenacity is legend, and your embrace of hard work is infectious. I’ve met the most magnificent of human beings through you. You listen to me so patiently, and I feel very good when I’m with you. I feel so good that I want to spend more  time with you.

The countdown towards December has begun, and with each moment that passes, my affection towards you seems to be growing. There are many things that I can see on the horizon. Which of those brights things will be forthcoming, I cannot say. What what I can do is reaffirm is my absolute faith in you. In us.

For anyone who knows and understands you, my dear Carnegie Mellon, you are the noble flower of the sun.


  1. This looks like a repetition of some post in the past. Cannot remember exactly which one. But, it had similar context and thoughts.

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