Cloud

Things go well

Then there’s a cloud

Things are weak

The clouds get stronger

To get back to normal from the cloud, that’s the challenge

The up and down journey

To clear one’s head of the clouds!

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Love life

There he stood with his glasses, waiting for the love of his life:

Excuse me, Sir?

Yes, Damitri?

Madam has just left and sent you this note

As he opened the note he was filled with emotions. What did she write? Where is she? Is she leaving him?

“Dear David, I have to go back to my father’s village, he needs me and he’s sick. He has no one to take care of him. He is all alone. I need to go. Please do not follow me. I do not know when I will see you again”

David was confused, surprised as it was all unexpected. What has just happened? He had no idea what to do. Leaving her would be what she wants, but it wouldn’t solve the problem. It wouldn’t bring back their love. But it’s a family crisis and he didn’t have her address. They had just dated for two weeks. But he knew he loved her. How could he go on with his life without thinking about her and her laughter? Her enthusiasm and kindness? It would be impossible

He went to the pub that night, he hoped to get some solace in the drink and he shut his head and started drinking. He didn’t think about anything. The bartender wanted to speak to him but he wouldn’t speak. He was baffled.

There was nothing he could do. He had to just get over her and move on.

Plenty of fish in the sea. But it’s never that easy is it?

THE END

Lonely

Suddenly I couldn’t feel anything. I was numb. It was a result of years and years of deprivation. Freedom. Independence. I’ve lost interest in things. Something I used to enjoy a few weeks ago feels dry at the moment. It’s all nothing. Useless. I am in a world which does not exist. I have to meet the expectations of people around me; my own expectation. And they feel too heavy. Too much to do, too much to read, too much to write. I feel the strain. I drink a glass of wine, it doesn’t really have an effect. It’s still too much for me. I dont feel like exercising or going to the gym. I don’t know why. I’m trying to find out why I don’t feel like exercising is a normal routine anymore. I feel bored when I do it in the gym. I feel bored walking in the park all by myself. I want some company. I want someone to be with me. I’m lonely. You can probably see it deep down in my eyes, deep in my soul. I’m lonely. I feel like no one truly cares for me. Everyone who is supposed to care for me either tries to manipulate their own ideals on me or expect me to act in a certain way which is not me. They don’t understand me. I want to be understood. To be loved for who I am. Not for what the society seems fit and for all the expectations they set on me. It’s too much to bear. The same old thing repeating again and again. There is no purpose to life. Just a bullshit.