Everyday, our state’s Central Power Distribution cuts off around 3 hours of power supply to our area. On one such day, during those three or so hours, my sister and I sat down and cut up old magazines. My idea, of course, but it suited us fine since we both were pretty bored.

The task was simple: Find something in the magazine that called out to us - be it words, pictures or phrases, it didn’t matter. We cut them out into rectangles and squares (at least the best we could’ve without using a ruler and under scant daylight) and then arranged them together on a page, mixing our cut outs together.

The end result: a combination of both our personalities.

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There are some things that have happened around you, or things that people have told you or you yourself have experienced or known. Major things, that could change someone else’s impression of someone else. Things you vow never to tell anyone because they are so personal or possibly unrelated and unnecessary to the person you’re talking to. Or because it was just something only you knew.

And there are times when a situation presents itself a great opportunity to reveal that little something. And you hesitate, not sure if you should or not.

You don’t.

But on some days, you let it out without warning with maybe just a slight bit of pre-thought that goes along the lines of “Oh, it’s okay to say this now”. Almost immediately (or much later), you regret it. Because it was once just between you and yourself and that knowledge was comforting.

You wouldn’t and don’t want them to repeat it to anyone else.

And when you realize this, it’s a little too late because the discussion is over. And because you run the risk of reminding them of it when they’ve possibly forgotten it.

It was over two years ago and we were close. We still are, actually. Maybe they remember, maybe they don’t. But maybe they do - it was something not so trivial. Regardless of the time span, it still makes me uncomfortable that they may know that part of me…