It's been a long since I wrote something meaningful. Maybe I waited too long. I waited too long for my pen to make the move while in the happy times, but it refused. I don't sincerely know what's with me and moodiness. Not just shallow moodiness, but despair, depression, sadness, those palpitations you get out of being hurt? No? well, that's because not everyone gets it. The loners do I guess - haha :D So, coming back to my point - I think people immediately turn to shoulders they can lean on, cry and soak their tears but never think of a single soul to share their happiness with. Human psychology? I don't know - but going by this conclusion is why I don't scribble anything during my happy times. As if any of this is important! It is! A big blatant truth that I don't have a single friend to share my feelings - happiness or mourning. And if I don't write down what I feel, then how do I read, remember and laugh about those silly moments like 30 or 40 year
W ords should not be kept for later because they thrive on mood and my mood is nothing less than a pendulum, so I thought I should pen it down. It's not Monday today but I still got the blues. When I say blues, I literally mean the bluish tone in my otherwise curtain-coloured reddish room, along with the pretty melancholic climate. I hate the dark clouds that get clogged in the sky refusing to pour in, but I love when it finally rains. It's like the clouds have vented out their long-held pain. It feels liberating and very refreshing. I don't quite feel like working in this climate, rather I would be sitting on my terrace, watching the rain, sipping tea (which I am doing even now to avoid falling asleep on my laptop). But the sad truth is I can't go up on my terrace, not at least for the next 2 months, the renovation works are going on and I badly miss the only beautiful, picturesque location in my house. The staircase bricks are cracked to build newer ones and there