My views r changing, n i don't want them to stop....they r rushing from one descending degree to the other, soon they would be below 0 n i would be phlegmatic....i want them to undergo rigorous n harsh rearrangement. Those ideas and decisions should be punished, even though its not their mistake but its indeed a warning.it doesn't give me a chance to get mad n blow my cool away.......it doesnt give me a chance to hate...... n while i m writing this i m being futuristic.......in days to come there would be this bright hour where i wont even write all this because all those things that make me write it wont effect me anymore....

There comes an episode in ur life when u find urself breaking into a million pieces, each thought shattering n falling on the earth so hard that it leaves u deaf. A long chain of merciless hours of just being there n seeing ur self undergoing a complete devastation is like never ending....or maybe u still stay there just to witness how everyone enters in and tramples on those broken shards...all that remains then r those lifeless pieces that u sit next to n moist them with the warmth of ur tears....

...this is one incomplete story... feel free to give it the end according to your own wish, promise, will n reality...the incredible fact is that this story belongs to all of us....only the endings differ...

CHILDHOOD----------

The time when u thought ur teeth bleed because there's some insect stuck in between them....

when u had a strong belief that ur doll's hair would gradually get longer if u oil them......

when a birthday wish to God was a toy u saw in that shopping mall but couldn't get it........

when being a doctor was ur aim for u didnt know of any other profession....

when u would get all so excited seeing a helicopter n cutely wave a "bye bye" to it........

when teacher was the only one u would ever listen to n follow orders of.........

when u would cry for getting a zero on a test....

when sitting on papa's shoulders made u feel like the king of the world.....

:)....Childhood..........when your ignorance was ur innocence.......

There are no rains and the wait seems to get longer. The screams just escape now, into the dry air and autumn seems far away. Dreams, were they? Where in a land, it rained without a reason? Without a question?

I miss my coffee, books along with it. I miss the cocoon which I’d around me which made me feel safe. I miss the comfort of a knitted quilt and the white noise of the loud blaring TV even when none was giving it an ear. One can just talk to it endlessly. I miss my smile more than anything....

I miss the warm hugs, the concerned scolds, the tantrums I threw, the look that I got for missing food, I miss the nights when I slept and slept without a worry.

I miss-Me. I miss-Life… I miss life in me or maybe I miss me in life…