It was a bad day. Because I was off to the Court and there was a lot of stuff to be done and travelling local is a great mess. My mind made it easier for me, but the legs and arms heed no illusion
I am tired. But its soon gonna be over and a whole new set of problems are gonna come my way. Oh, try me
Now a days I post exactly what goes on in my mind. No writing in my mind over the day, no checking the drafts. Just hello hi bye bye…
It’s vacant. The heart the mind. Nothing penetrates. No true feeling comes out… But I force myself to write
I’m going to post something I wrote on 8th May 2009, on the roof of my college (College aka 11th grade)
“How am I hidden from others? I wonder. I wonder can anyone realize how hurt I get when they turn their backs at me? Do they know when they turn away unexpectedly… I break down? Can they wonder ,when someone closer, some good friend, turns away unexpectedly, how unreal I feel? Can they decipher, how my heart bursts with joy when I see my companions laughing because of some silly joke of mine? Do they feel the intensity of my hatred no.. dislike.. when they prick me so knowingly? Can someone, ever, read me?
For if they could.. I won’t be writing this..
But maybe that’s why, that’s why.. I am hidden so well..”