And Life Goes On...

Fairy tales were nothing, Nothing compared to that dream...  Though beautiful, It was never meant to be,  All a lie, All a deceit... I found myself sitting under the shadow like sky,  Deep and beautiful like the sea, I looked around and saw I had everything I'd hoped for, Everything I wanted was there with me. Thought about how I got where I was, how I got so lucky, And just then, it started to rain, It lasted not for long,  But long enough to make me see,  It had happened before, it happened again, As each drop trickled down my face, It's sweetness mixed with salty tears,  I realised it was just another dream, And some things just aren't meant to be...

I often wonder.., Is it really so difficult to show what’s on one’s mind? What they really want? What they think of certain things? I’ve always been curious to know what others think. NO! Not about me. But in general, how they perceive certain things, May it be about the world or things like day to day life or relationships, or even a piece of music, or maybe even a painting… It does not have a psychological explanation. Some things are so connected to us but still somehow so out of bounds and unexplainable. Some things that we can’t have control over. But is it really so hard to understand others? We can talk. Isn’t this fact supposed to make us superior to other species? Then why is it so that we are the most complicated beings in this world? Animals have tough lives, but their lives are still simpler and less complicated somehow… Is it because everything good or better has worse consequences to it? Like if we talk about relationships, then mostly it’s been so that the one

Life couldn’t possibly get worse. It was a time when I was at the height of suffering, suffering from the same old problems a young adult faces… Although I’d had worse times before, but maybe now I had lost the energy and patience to face it all. I used to make every possible effort to check myself again and again, trying not to do anything that would make me regret, make me suffer more, make me repay anyhow. Maybe my efforts just weren’t enough. But these weren’t the only things that bothered me. One of my greatest worries was Baghira, my nine month old Black Labrador who stood by me through all my vicissitudes. He was one guy I could count on at anytime. It was like I could almost compare my life with his. I loved Baghira. But then again, there was a problem, not one but many problems. Baghira was a pain in the backside for my family but I couldn’t give him away. He could understand me so well. But the way my family, except for my mom, used to treat him made me cry. I couldn’t see