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Its an evening of strange emotions where I am feeling sad, alone, left out, hopeless and experiencing all those emotions which are making my life hell. I don't know who can I go to. I am feeling hurt for no reason. I want to talk yet I am finding it so difficult to make a call to anyone. I just can't make myself to pick my cellphone. I am sad and feeling angry on my own self for feeling this way. I have no solution. I do not understand this side of me. I am holding back tears while writing this. I don't know what is better-to cry for a while and feel lighter or be controlled and let it pass. I am finding it so difficult to express this, even to myself and I don't even know if is it wise to write it here. I am longing for a support, am longing for a friend to do things together, I am longing for someone to cheer me up and am longing for someone to share my deepest vulnerabilities with. I am longing for someone to crack a nasty joke with. I am feeling anxious where I a...

Found this picture again on FB. (It has gone viral over FB so don't know who it belongs to) The Question is--- How many times???

As I am writing this, sitting by my desk, I have innumerable things beside me. A just-empty glass of Apple-juice, my phone , a golden tape, some papers lying haphazardly…..the list goes on! Shows that I am a messy person. Actually I am both…I like organization…like my almirah n all- I don’t let anyone open it. I am writing today partly because I feel I have been away from writing or blogging for long on account of My sister’s wedding (and also nothing was coming to mind as to what to write) and partly because my Friend has asked lot many times to keep writing. Its not that my mind is out of ideas or thoughts that I won’t like to take down on paper but as they say…their frequency is lot more than the total time required to open PC and start typing. Though I sometimes do write in diary as well, but there is nothing worthy of sharing in this space. Those all are my random thoughts which I start with sentences and then end up with doodling all over the page. Most of the time these da...

This post is a part of  Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for  Indian Bloggers  by BlogAdda Chosen among the Loved posts!! "Again you are scribbling..Can't you put your nose off your books and papers for sometime?" my mother snaps at me as I scribble a poem. "Oh ma! Atleast listen to what I wrote" "Hmm...tell" "Ahmm ahmm" I pretend to clear my throat and My mum laughs back. "Will you open your mouth or should I go back to kitchen?" "Oh!No-no please!" I say quickly and grab her by elbow. Who doesn't want audience? ;) Listen," Life's unpredictable, Can't say when it would take a turn. We can't really say, When life might be deprived of all fun. It's true, What elders say, You should know to walk alone; No matter  Come what may. She smiles and looks at me for some time curiously. "You write well and what you've written is indeed true."...

Isn’t it strange? You get a feeling that you have nothing in this world. And at the same moment You are afraid of losing. Not money, not reputation but something, something you don’t know but have a feeling that it exists. You can’t name it. Its just….something. Technically speaking, as cynics would say, you can’t lose anything if you don’t have anything. But life doesn’t follow any technique or some Dumb head’s stated facts and theorems. Feelings and thoughts are something you have no control over. You can divert your mind, but not for long. The deepest feelings remain. You can’t hide them or hide from them. Its easier to say that you shouldn’t feel you don’t have something or you should always see glass half-full. The fact is, Often in life, we do feel something is missing and also sometimes we do feel we don't want to lose you-don't-know-what.                              You can read lik...