Sometimes everything looks so distant, that you can’t even connect to yourself. There is so much swirling inside my head and I’m feeling so distracted, detached from almost everything. I’m not sure if this is good, bad or neither. I’ve believed, always believed that how I feel about something is unaffected by mundanity of things. It’s unscathed, springing out of what I am. Probably it’s time to rethink, redesign, realign.
There's something exhilarating about wandering in the dark, walking in the night, writing in the light of an LCD screen, with the mere awareness of your nose, hands, fingers and hair that are eerily visible, hearing the birds chirp when you go into the balcony early morning and realise that you had missed their chatter for so many mornings, standing there and feeling the much needed chill of the fresh air on your face,thinking of characters that live in parallel universes, the smoothness of nature, the sharpness of branches that lie unclothed, conversations that get lost in other conversations,in dreams and in sleep, about remembering the feel of things, of thoughts, the smell of a room that was solely yours, the look of a library, the fear of losing to yourself, the excitement of growing up and learning,the appearance of a world that was new and then the transitions that followed, in going through the cycle. A little boy comes running, keeps rambling here and there. You know who i...
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