Another One...

Might it be anxious nature or might it be pregnancy mood swings, one day i will choose to forget about it all. A very strong urge rises to flee. To soar high and raise my voice but then I am the fragrance of pages of old books that you might like to smell for a while but would not bother to read completely.

How often I think of my old,unmarried and golden days when depression used to hit me very hard.A little girl who was scared of rain as it was meant to demolish her house.She, in every phase of her life, chose anxiety for herself. What,then, shall I deliver to my kids? Fears?...

Stinging heat and a street to walk on which lead to salaar's nano home leads me to think about us. What was the match? How it will go any farther? Silence and ignoring the authority is the only solution. A car without AC and the green streets of cantt leads me to ponder over your indifferent nature. You are no less than a typical mard. 

Sometimes, I hate your double standards. You are a hypocrite and you will always fail me with you intellectual and useless logics. I have left expecting anything from you.All this hatred might dissolve in water or turn into vapours in the air but like cycle of water it will rise again and i will spend my life thinking about it.

Nostalgia is dominant these days.I practise following vague footsteps that will take me to my old memories.There, too, nothing lies much special. Always a sadist.