Hello, Stranger!

...is what I feel like saying every time I look at the mirror.
I am mostly the same person that started writing this blog in 2008, but my priorities have gone for a toss. I just went through my older posts and I realised that I miss blogging. I miss it a lot. It's funny how the least important things in life consume so much of your time that you have no time left for the things you love to do. And before you know, you have forgotten all about that part of you that loved to do those little things. I have stopped writing, blogging, drawing, playing badminton and a lot of other things (Wow! There's a whole list, now that I'm thinking about it!) and been too pre-occupied with irrelevant things.

But thanks to CRD, who happened to leave a comment on my previous post, I took out time and read and re-read everything that I have written. Thank you so much, whoever you are. You ended up helping me reconnect with my 'old self'.

"..bannware se mann ki dekho, baanwari hai baatein
baanwari si dhadkanein hain, baanwari hain saansein.."

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Mishika! :)

Such Sweet Nothing!

It's a good good day.
I have never waited so impatiently for life to 'start'. College will be over in a few months and I will finally be able to do the things I have always wanted to do. There is a very fresh excitement in the air, the kind that I last felt sometime in 2008. Seems like the beginning of a new end.

It feels good. Really good.
Don't know how else to put it.

Kissing the world with fingers crossed.

'The Feeling'

The Feeling makes me question every relation I have.
The Feeling makes me question the people I call 'my friends'. It makes me question my idea of 'friendship'.
The Feeling makes me feel nothing.
The Feeling, on days like this one, makes it hard for me to breathe.

They say when you are betrayed, every fibre of your body reacts to it. They are right. The Feeling makes each and every cell of my body, each part of my being, writhe in pain.
The Feeling makes me question my existence.
The Feeling makes me question my choices, all of them.

The Feeling tells me I never made any 'friends'. The Feeling tells me denial is good only till it lasts. The Feeling is right. It always has been.

The Feeling makes me lose hope, bit by bit, every single day, every moment of it.
The Feeling  kicks me back to reality as soon as I forget it even exists.

The Feeling, it shall stay with me. The Feeling, it's all that will always stay with me.