Who am I??
Last night wisdom dawn upon, the jinx of austerity could not suffuse while the perplexity prevailed. Decided to walk down the lane a couple of mile, a signage reflected my inner self, “who are you” and that is the only apprehension I could ever draw. An urgent need to pour my heart out started popping out. However, neither could make my mind and nor could gather much courage. Started frisking my cell a while, a few minute later relinquish the idea. One more option down, a strange yet perfectly timed adage knocked my brain waives, too many slips between cup and lips. The sudden beep of my cell dumped me back to the reality, yet another disappointment was waiting ahead. It’s tail that was waging the dog or otherwise, stranded between the thoughts.
A kitty has nine lives, how many do we have? It’s like playing an adventure video game where every time you risk your virtual life. Undoubtedly, there will be perks for every small triumph that you will make. But one should have that much valor to take the chance. Time elapses and memories gather but here time halted a long or perhaps stopped. Alas, missed my watch anyway what purpose it suppose to solve anyway. Unlike my famous writer Ashwin Sanghi decided to hang a board with random numbers that only I can apprehend. However there is a least possibility to someone to invade my privacy.
Amid half written books and a partially read book I seldom have anything to waste my time. And is it worth spending time that hardly matters to anyone. I questioned myself. But that is the only solace I get in this worldly place. My social profile notifies me that it’s been long enough since I did not post anything and people are expecting, true lies. I mean who cares what someone is doing? Are they really bothered the things I ever shared with them. But in totality some quantum of solace was established for now. And perhaps that is the reason I thought to pen down something that my barren mind could hardly produce. The best is yet to come or might not come, is still the matter that lies in the hands of destiny. The only thing I can say that I bound to write what I feel like.
A kitty has nine lives, how many do we have? It’s like playing an adventure video game where every time you risk your virtual life. Undoubtedly, there will be perks for every small triumph that you will make. But one should have that much valor to take the chance. Time elapses and memories gather but here time halted a long or perhaps stopped. Alas, missed my watch anyway what purpose it suppose to solve anyway. Unlike my famous writer Ashwin Sanghi decided to hang a board with random numbers that only I can apprehend. However there is a least possibility to someone to invade my privacy.
Amid half written books and a partially read book I seldom have anything to waste my time. And is it worth spending time that hardly matters to anyone. I questioned myself. But that is the only solace I get in this worldly place. My social profile notifies me that it’s been long enough since I did not post anything and people are expecting, true lies. I mean who cares what someone is doing? Are they really bothered the things I ever shared with them. But in totality some quantum of solace was established for now. And perhaps that is the reason I thought to pen down something that my barren mind could hardly produce. The best is yet to come or might not come, is still the matter that lies in the hands of destiny. The only thing I can say that I bound to write what I feel like.
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