Only 26!

The truth about having everything is not as joyous as the painful reality of not having love.

8years ago,a perturbed, disturbed and depressed girl created this place.She believed she would not be found out here. Yes. She was never found here.She made some promises to herself. She wrote them here. Formed and moulded them in literary words.Curteous, civilized and decent words had revengful and villainous charm.

I have been out of all this.I am exactly on that point, where I imagined myself 8 years back.

Not remembering to what happened.If it were a movie then a very random music would have been playing in the background.There is a spice being normal.Amidst changing diapers of two babies,feeding them and taking care of them, I have left thinking about my old self. 

Strange.

I have got what I prayed and wished for but I forgot to pray for love.Something is deeply missing.Love.Attention. With two opposite meaning of love, I have to stay loyal to my seven vows.

Being a mother of two kids, a working woman and sole care taker of my home, I have to put on a mask of a very sober personality.I have to maintain it.But sometimes, when the silence of home is shackled by chirping of birds and when in night , I lay down to sleep, my heart yearns to find those moments when such life was asked for. Because I want to add some love in it.

Perhaps...

Where I have spent my youth depressingly  staring at  blank walls , i might spend my rest of life staring at his eyes which mirror his empty heart.

Also, Happy Eight Years of Writing to Me.This blog is so much for me...