Sometimes I feel like writing a few lines in this space..But then I read all the nicer creations all around and it makes me feel the need to avoid writing.
I was not this peculiar person always, or well, may be I was odd a little. But not a maniac for being lost, if i make any sense with that sentence. To any practical person, I cannot possibly be someone who is struggling. No one can even imagine what I feel like or how. And at 27, I feel like I have succeeded in one thing, hiding myself. The only real achievement. No one knows me. And also, none have any reason for that either! :D
The world is so over crowded with people, that sometimes it feels like I can't breathe. And the next moment loneliness creeps in. When you know you are alone even while pandal hopping with 10000 people in your city, then you have grown up, or have started getting old...pick one!
It's been long I could sum up courage enough to write down some garbage again! Even blogs need to be fed, that's what I felt. It's been a habit for me to start writing when I don't have much to say and keep from it when I feel like sharing. Good in a way..helps to forget things. Helps, really...
Been an interesting year so far. Away from home, an experience I never thought I can have. And though I am not sure I like it much (being a naturally lazy person!) , I don 't feel that bad, as it creates an illusion, gives a fake purpose, enriches eyes and also passes time. I used to think, how can one wait for so long for....now I know....I also need to wait. Though it's not the best of feelings and it just might break the rest of me in doing so....since time doesn't wait for anyone...but I must wait. I have got nothing better to do at this juncture of my life.
p.s.: please don't mind the poor language. I am loosing it, and this is just a small example of the same. I will perhaps pen down a few more times before..
