Repercussions it is called.
Today in the shower, I stood there, teary-eyed and the cold water trickled down from my head. I wanted this so badly I know. Prayed everyday for it. Cried in the nights. Stayed fearful for the subsequent days that were to come by. And now when the breeze started flowing my way... everything vanished together with it...
So lets just see. The dreams are coming back? Those tears too? Fears? Prayers for sumone who din care?
The psychotic effect? Suicidal attempts? Lies outta fear?
So I am supposed to let go? And say yes. And ruin all that I have planned and promised myself this year.
Wat abt getting ready to do things in solitude? Wat abt psyching up oneself to be ready to see life ahead as a challenge that needs to be taken up alone and without anyone’s interference?
Do memories have forms? If only they had, I wld have burnt them completely. And washed the ashes in the sea. But memories are stubborn. Just like me. Annoying like u. Persistent like problems. And as each one makes its appearance in my mind, I take them fondly and mother them...feeding them with pain and carrying them in my heart... just like I did to u once. But like how all of that stopped, these have to stop too... right?
When I stepped out of my shower, I was silently wishing to see a sms from u in my phone, which I had thot was kept in the room while I was bathing. Thats when I realised that the enadhuyire song that had been playing throughout my hr-long shower was actually playing from my cyber-shot.
See this is wat I told u. U fucking drive me nuts.