They say
family is one such space where life begins and love never ends, and so goes
innumerable slogans on the same. I would have surely nodded my head had it been
few years before! Blame time… for even
time stands amidst certain apprehensions wondering whether to stand still or
move along. At times I fancy only if people chose to stay for the right things
happened to them and not leave for the one wrong thing! But the truth pricks me
that things never happen the same way twice. Appearing alike countless others,
it totally washed away a very strong notion in me… one for all, all for one.
Reality strikes again! Bonds are built on needs and less on love! Your family gambling
around your whole life… it does feel sick, but no one is spared… not even the
tiny tots. The seeds of frustration is long inculcated in them, god bless the adults!
Let down??? No way! I am not let down for I had vague ideas of the impending
misery. When the leaf turns over, the lessons would reflect… sufferings equal...
But what else do I say. God bless them all!
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...
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