I was just learning to solve math problems and *BOOM* was
out facing the influential human race. I
was 18 then. By the time I dealt with the hardest decision of life, as in which
career to choose, I was done with the graduation ceremony. How I hate the time flying system.
My days began with phone calls and ended with the plans made
at the beginning of the day. Fluttering like a butterfly all around the BOMBAY.
Today, I’m lost somewhere within the To-DO-Lists. The day is anticipated and
lacks thrill and fun.
I feel like I am growing old…rapidly! Perhaps, I have. Too
many things mean too little to me. I hardly spend time on anything I once considered
my own. I thought I would do wonders. But the older I got, I realized the fact
that I’ve got lost long ago! Actually, I don’t know what matters to me: My AGE
or the CHANGE. No! It’s just that I miss being myself. Miss the planned
me.
I’ve just been pushed into the pool of LIFE – where solving
issues has been a part of life. The People, The Thoughts, The Society has been
drowning us with some or the other ways. Scary to know that the world you
wished for is, fragile. You are surrounded by the dusts and amidst that you
struggle to manage a lucid vision. But you are only a human, right?
I’m neither depressed nor out of order. It’s just that I’m trying to view our stories
through my pair of glasses. I am amused
to see how we struggle to get to our dreams.
In spite of being definite, most of them won’t take place in the real
world. We hallucinate most of the times and twist them up together and churn
them for living.
