The Recurring Dream…

It was a recurring dream and it was always the same.... You stood in front of me, expressionless. I had tears in my eyes. All you say is, "Good bye!" Then you turn around and leave. I stand there helpless, too overwhelmed with emotions to be able to say anything.
I woke up with a start. My pillow was drenched with tears... again!! I looked at the clock right besides the night-stand. It showed 5: 47 AM. "Not again," I said to myself. The time was the same too. I was not sure why I kept having the same dream. I could not go back to sleep but I didn't want to wake up. I lay in bed, thinking about you, wishing that you would come back. But I had long ago accepted the fact that you will be gone forever.
I suddenly remembered how madly I was in love with you. I relived the moment I told you about my feelings, over and over in my head. Every time that I thought of you, I realized that I missed an important part of me.
The day you were about to leave, I remember telling you, "wait for me if you can. We will work something out." You smiled, just as if to make me remind me that you had already made up your mind. 
"Why do you want to marry me?" you asked. 
Imagine my predicament when I did not have an answer that could satisfy you. I always thought that I was good with words and that I could convince anyone. The reality check brought me back to earth. I did not have an answer to your question. I just knew that I loved you and that you were the one girl I could spend my entire life with. I was positive that I could keep you happy even if that meant fighting sometimes. I was sure that your touch was the only thing which could comfort me when I felt miserable. All I wanted was a chance to prove that I was not a player and that I cared about you and could go to the end of the world just so that you would not feel an ounce of pain. I did try very hard to convince you but you seemed oblivious to the turmoil of emotions within me.

As I watched you go, I silently prayed to God, to keep you happy and give you all that you were looking for in life. I did also pray with all my heart that you would return. Maybe the distance between us would make you realize that we were meant to be together. But it didn't. Four months later someone told me that you were engaged. I was shattered. It took me over 3 months to get out of depression. Thanks to my closest friends who took great care of me during this period. I had become an emotional wreck. I avoided all calls, stayed up late in office, lost a few pounds. A number of times I found myself staring into nothingness or engulfed in a trance. Almost six months later, you had called. I did not want to go back being miserable so I didn't receive your call. I changed my mobile number that very day. I had now fully accepted the fact that 'WE' ain't happening.

Just then the alarm went off. It was 6:15 AM. My wife stirred in the bed. "Are you up already?" she asked. "Why don't you turn off that alarm? We don't want to wake up the neighbors, do we?" she said. "Good Morning," I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She snuggled against me. I could smell the sweet scent of shampoo. She always shampooed her hair before going off to sleep. Her hair was still damp. I touched her cheek with the back of my fingers. "Time to get up Sweets," I said. Just as she was about to get up, she cupped my face in her hands... I smiled and kissed the palm of her hand.
I married almost a year after I heard that you got engaged. I was good at pretending to love my wife. No matter how much I convinced myself that I was over you, I knew deep down that I still loved you and no matter what I did, that fact was not going to change.
It's been nearly a year and a half after you left. Professionally I was doing ok. Yet sometimes I did find myself struggling with reality and smoking

excessively. Today was a special day. I was getting promoted. The head of the company was flying down all the way from Australia. I was excited. I would be offered a chance to work at our corporate office in Melbourne. I had dreamt of this day ever since I had joined the organization. Just six hours until the dream metamorphosed into reality. Just as I was about to take a nicotine break, my secretary buzzed me. I had a visitor. I didn't bother to ask who it was. "Send right through" I said.
The door of my cabin opened. You stood there smiling. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. You came inside. I heard the click of the latch as the glass door shut quietly. 
"You asked me to wait, I waited..." you said. "So, will you marry me?" 
You smiled. 
All I did was remind myself to keep breathing. 
 "What happened? Are you not happy that I'm proposing? Do you want me kneel and beg for you to marry me?" You were still smiling. 

You came towards me and held my hand. Your touch was tantalizing. I could feel your palm pressing down on my wedding ring. I looked at the framed picture of my wife. I could feel your eyes following my gaze. You looked at the photo and stood up. You stood in front of me, expressionless. I had tears in my eyes. All you say is, "Good bye!" Then you turn around and leave. I stand there helpless, too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything….!!!

 

 

~ The End ~

My Best Friend..!!

We do realize the value of friends when we are all alone. I love to be alone yet today I feel all the more lonely. I feel like its not worth living anymore.





It was raining this morning and I went upstairs. The open Terrace seemed to invite me, to share its loneliness. I could sense a bit of calm in the morning rain. It was quiet... very quiet.. no kids shouting.. no drilling.. no honking horns.. no dogs barking.. no birds chirping.... just eerie silence. All I could hear was the steady beats of my heart and the sound of raindrops landing all around me..!!

I looked down.. I wondered what it would be like if I jumped. Would I die or survive with a few fractures or be paralyzed and live like a fucking vegetable... not that I'm doing a great job living anyways...!!! They say, "There is a difference between Living and Surviving"... but, how the fuck am I supposed to know when all I do is - be a burden on self and others. I think the concept of Mercy Killing should be legalized. I don't understand this thing about cops arresting you when you attempt a suicide. I mean, Its my life, ain't it? I'm free to do what I fucking want with it..!!! I tried to think positive. Reminded me of the quote, "When Life Gives You Lemons.. Don't Make a Fuckin' Lemonade.. Ask For Tequila and Salt.." But drinking seldom helps. You drink all you want and get on others nerves..!! Its fucking disgusting..!!


My thoughts thankfully were interrupted my a sudden gush of blood chilling cold breeze. Death has cold hands, I've been told. I moved away from the edge of the terrace, wondering how it would feel to see Death right in the eye!!!! Confused thoughts remained with me even when I came back to my room... What the fuck is wrong with me??? I decided to do something other than just sitting my ass in front of the laptop. I cleaned the room which took nearly 2 hours.!! Time well spent I thought!!! I showered and wondered, what to do next..!!! I needed to do something to avoid getting into depression or worse, having a fucking nervous breakdown. I decided to play some games on my Laptop, however after 8 minutes of mindless games, I got bored...!!!


Just then, I saw my pack of Cigarettes.. I have been trying hard to reduce smoking... I had been successful in cutting down from 20 cigarettes to 4-6 cigarettes a day. The urge to smoke was overpowering. I lit the cigarette and suddenly felt better. As I inhaled, i felt the warm smoke rush to my oxygen deprived lungs!!!! I was no more alone. I had the company of my Cigarettes, and I loved it...









Who says that Friends have to be Human???!!!!!



Warning: Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to You and All Around You. Think Twice before you light up!!!

The Message

Before you all send me notes to say how unlucky I have been, let me assure you that this story is a work of fiction.

Now…

It rained… It rained heavily… I stood outside her apartment wondering if I should go inside. It was 1:58 AM. It was the darkest night of the month. Dark clouds covered the sky threatening never to fade. Morning seemed to be far away. And my mind was still at the airport, wishing that she would not leave. I was totally shattered. Watching her leave was indeed the hardest thing I had done in my not so successful life till now.

 

Few hours back…

With the airport for the backdrop, there stood two people - one madly in love with the other and the other who did not believe in love. One who was about to build a promising career and the other who failed again to convince the lady of his dreams that she was the one for him and it would be a horrible mistake if they did not give the relationship one chance.

Just when she was about to leave, she looked at me and said, "Listen to this very carefully." My heart fluttered. I was sure that it missed a beat. She looked straight at me and said, "We cannot get married… no way… it's not possible. I'm sure about it… 200%"

All my hopes were shattered. This was the truth. I knew it right from the beginning.

"We could be friends," she said.

"Yes." I said. "'Friends'… is all right" I smiled. I could not believe that she actually believed in what I said. I was being sarcastic.

"You know, we could show everyone that a boy and a girl can be good friends," she said.

"Hmm… Sure…" is all I could manage.

"All right then, I shall call you when I reach." She said. She turned to leave. No final good-bye. No hand- shake, no peck on the cheek. No brief hug…!

"Hey," I called back. She turned. "You know, a boy and a girl can be really good friends only if one of them is not head-over-heels in love with the other," saying that, I turned around and left. I desperately wanted to look back and see her for the last time… but I did not. I did not want this to be my last memory of her.

I discretely wiped off a tear which was about to cross the threshold of my eyes. She was leaving and I was pretty sure she was not coming back. I had asked her to marry me. She said that she could not. For reasons which seemed stupid to me. She said that her parents won't agree and that we are not a good match for each other (I still wonder what she meant by that).

I don't really know when I fell in love with her. Maybe it was during the first time that we shared a rickshaw or maybe it was the time someone commented on how pretty she was and I said that she was my girlfriend. Or maybe it was during a certain festival celebration when she stood before me and tried to mirror my moves. Or maybe just one of those numerous times we chatted for hours on end. I don't know for sure.

She knew about my feelings for her and she never once made fun of those. Although she never reciprocated, I was happy that she was still friends with me. Every day I looked forward to seeing her in the evening. No matter how tired she was, she always made it a point to wear a smile on her face. I could make out sometimes that the smiles were just a show-off to cover what was hidden inside. She never shared her feelings and her troubles with me… she said that she hated it when people gave her puppy eyed look.

So many thoughts were running simultaneously in my mind. My mind was numb and I could barely think. I looked back at all the times we fought and cried… and unlike what people say, it brought tears to my eyes.

 

Now…

I had the keys to her apartment. I wondered if I should go inside.
I was drenched. The rain chilled me to the bone. We did not live together, yet I felt the need to go to her place to absorb the last few moments of nothingness while she was gone. I turned on the switch. No electricity… damn..!!

I came inside the room; most of her stuff was still there. Crumpled sheets lay on her bed. The sweet smell of her perfume filled the room. The little posters saying, 'I love myself' adorned her walls. The green curtains which I always thought were amazing fluttered in the cool breeze.

I sat down on the window-still and reached for my cigarettes. As much as I wanted to smoke, I did not. I threw the pack on the sofa and kept on listening to the thunder outside. I looked at my watch; it was 3:09 AM.

Just then I heard footsteps. I heard the door knob clicking. As the door opened, the lights came on. It was her!!! "What the hell are you doing here?" I exclaimed. She smiled. She dropped her bags near the door and walked towards me. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time.

All she said before melting in my arms was, ""You know, a boy and a girl can be really good friends only if one of them is not head-over-heels in love with the other… but what if both of them are head-over-heels in love with each other?"

We stood besides the window and kissed. This was our first kiss. It was amazing. I could taste her tears on her lips. We kissed for what seemed like eternity. Finally we caught our breaths. She suggested that we needed to change else we could catch flu.

She went to the bathroom to get changed. Just then my phone beeped. It was a message. Who could be messaging me at this time I wondered. I removed the cell phone. It was a message from her. It said, "I have boarded the flight. Hope to talk to you soon!"

    ~The End~

Its Good To be Depressed!!!

You know what the best part of being depressed & being rejected is?

I know, you might think that I’m crazy. How could there possibly be something positive in being rejected? I too did not believe in this philosophy until just recently. So, what made me write about this? If you guessed that I’ve been engulfed by moroseness, you are right. Things don’t always happen the way you want them to happen.

I was watching the movie “Music and Lyrics” last night; I came across a rather appealing conversation between Huge Grant and Drew Barrymore:



D.B: Dylan came up to you and said, ‘Alex Fletcher, you are a horrible song writer.’ How would you react? HG: I would be horribly depressed. But then, after months of brooding I would find a lyricist and write a song about how horribly depressed I was. And it would be a big hit, everyone would love me, and I’d make lots of money. Suddenly I would be a lot less depressed then if I just sat around being a little bit self indulgent, letting my misery eat away at me until I become an emotional wreck and creatively completely moribund.

My point is this, being depressed is easy. All we can do is tell everyone how eternally depressed we are and keep pondering in perpetuity. It’s not that I did not mourn over the rubble of broken pieces of my heart and cry until I could cry no more. I did, honestly. And the worst part is the pain in the cheeks because of the ‘Fake’ smile and the torment within because no one seems to understand.

This time around, I realised – Nobody really dies of a broken heart, even if you want to. You just have to pick up the pieces n try to put everything together again. As difficult as it sounds, it is actually fairly easy.

So, coming back to the best part of being depressed and rejected... I found out that being depressed actually helps. I was alone and had some time for introspection. I had time to figure out what went wrong. What could I have done better? How could I have been a better person? I figured out that you can’t make someone like you no matter how good you are or how much you care. All I could do was care and love unconditionally. The ‘something’ inside me gave me strength to pull myself out of the ruins I had fallen into. All it takes to get over something depressing is a little bit of motivation and a little bit of inclination towards not being depressed. In some cases, it might take crates of ice-cream or chocolates or cigarettes (like in my case) or food (again, like in my case).

The feeling of triumph is so very real!!!

On second thoughts, all this is just bull-shit. I still feel horrible and it makes me want to question my very existence....!!!!!!

I am so lonely without you..
I wonder if u could ever be mine..
I hear the mobile beep and,
I see Its not you..
I want to be with you right now
I am so lonely without you..

I pretend to smile at others
I feel a void in my life..
I touch the hands of time
I worry that I might need to learn to live without you
I cry when I think about you leaving
I am so lonely without you..

I understand you dont believe in love anymore
I say just give me one chance dearest...
I dream about you when I sleep & when I'm awake
I try to be normal in this obnoxious world..
I hope that you miss me too...
I am so lonely without you..

Thank God, Its Sunday...!!!

Hello,

I am an Atheist, I should not be saying "God".. too often... It defeats the whole purpose of being an Atheist...


Anyhow... Today is Sunday.. and I'm Thankful that its Sunday!!!



How things change over a period of time.. The people who love you, dont seem to care anymore and you then open your heart to total strangers only to be ripped off at a much later date..






This vicious circle of loving and un-loving goes on till the end of time..



Just happened to listen to the song - "I'll Never Break Your Heart.." Knowingly or unknowingly we make so many promises which although we intend to keep.. end up breaking them..

So, What has Sunday got to do with all this S**t?????

Well, Sunday marks the beging of a new day.. a headstart to a new week hoping that things will change.. (Although they seldom do..)!!!!!!!


Week after week things remain just the same and I'm forced to wonder, who in the name of the Devil coined the phrase.. "Change is the only thing which is Constant.."



So, here is what I'm going to do... Get Drunk.. Listen to Hard Rock.. Get Pi**ed... Watch a meaningless Action movie and hope that Monday will be much better..!!!!


All you people out there, who think that you need a change.. Come on... join me.. and hope that Change happens!!!!



Until then, "CHEERS" to life!!!!!
Live Strong..!!!

True Love Story!!!!

This is a true story. This story does not contain hugs, kisses, gazing into each others eyes, no electrifying touches and definitely no sex.




My grandfather is 91 and my grandmother is 79. They live in our ancestral home at Parhur Pada in Alibaug. Its about 65 kn or 3 hrs drive from Thane by the State Transport. They stay there all by themselves. My dad visits them once in 15 days. I was never close to my grandparents. I used to visit them once every two years. Needless to say when the whole family used to get together, usually during Ganesh Chahthurti I was the one who used to always feel out of place. I used to die to get back to my life in Thane. The hustle bustle in the city was what I craved for. I could not stand the spells of stone cold silence and the trees around our house. We had a 7 room house made of mud and the flooring of cow dung. As I write this story I can still smell the strange and sweet fragrance of our ancestral home.




My grandparents had 10 children; 4 sons and 6 daughters. As of today, my grandparents have been married for over 79 years. They had an arranged marriage and go married at a very early age. They say marriages are made in heaven but the continuity has to be maintained on earth. I don’t remember my grandparents ever fighting or raising their voice. May be they had their differences but my grandmother, being the traditional Indian wife, never said anything. She accepted her husband as a mother accepts the child. Just like a mother sacrifices everything she can for her child, my grandmother sacrificed whatever she could for her husband and for her children. After their marriage, my grandmother was pregnant for over 9 years considering that she had 10 children.



I never got used to spending time with them until recently when we built a bungalow just 5 minutes away from our ancestral home which was after each one of my dad’s brothers and sisters got married and settled down elsewhere. After much persuasion my grandparents agreed to live in our house. Our ancestral house was divided equally among the 4 brothers. My dad refused the share.



There was a lot of discussion as to what to do about the ramshackle house. Since it was built with bamboos, mud and dung we decided to sell the house and deposit the money in the bank. The interest on the money could be used by my grandparents. Finally everyone agreed to the solution.




I had a very stereotype image about marriages in India. I used to think of husbands do not love their wives; they just stay in the marriage out of obligation. You don’t get to see romance in villages. There has been no case of divorce in our village for the past 300 years. There is only one way by which marriages end in our village- Death.




Until about 5 years from now the main occupation of the people was agriculture. Mangoes, rice, beans and tondli were the main crops grown in the fields. Modern methods of agriculture were unknown. Every family used to own two oxen, a cow or a buffalo. Ploughing of fields was done using traditional methods. The men in the house used to go to the fields in the morning before day break. The main activity during the morning was collecting the fresh tondli. The plant of Tondli is a creeper. Special structure about 6 feet high locally known as ‘mandav’ was created using bamboos and nylon thread along which the plant grew. When I was a kid I used to go with my father for picking the vegetable.




I had been to my village many times in the recent past. Most of my visits lasted for just over a day or two at the most. I am doing my MBA currently. The month of June brought some showers of rain and some relief from the heat. The scenic beauty of my village is anything but boring. Our village is surrounded by hills on 3 sides. During the rainy season, the greenery is especially a sight to watch out for. Although my village does not boast of monumental beauty, the simplicity of people adds a touch of archaic feel to it. I decided to stay for a few days in the village. I needed to be alone following a tragic confrontation with the girl I knew for few months. I reached my village amidst the rains. The clouds had descended upon the mountains. It was about 8.15 when I reached the bus stop. The trees looked fresh and there was a very peculiar fragrance I decided to walk the 2km stretch from the bus stop to my village. The variation of the standard Indian auto-rickshaw called as ‘Vikram’ is generally used by the villagers for transportation within the village. I decided to walk my way to the house. The tar road is just two lanes. Since the rains were not heavy this year, the road did not have too many pot-holes. Bullock carts are rare now-a –days. As I walked down the road I hummed to the tune of a Marathi song from Milind Ingle’s album ‘Gaarva’. I reached my home after a slow walk for 25 minutes. The walk was a refreshing one. I was looking forward to my stay here.
Nothing eventful happened on the first day apart from the fact that my grandfather was terribly sick. Old age has not been too merciful on him. His legs were swollen and he had whooping cough. I reached home and was greeted by a couple of stray dogs who thought that the house belonged to them. I m shit scared of dogs and had to shoo them away with a bamboo stick. As soon as I entered the house I saw the state it was in. it smelt strange. There was litter all around the house. I greeted my grandfather in the traditional way by joining my hands and touching his feet.



“I want to die.” He said. I looked at him. He did not seem satisfied. Even at 92 there was still something he yearned for. Death does not come easily to those who still care about things. Death comes to those who have stopped expecting. Somehow I felt that there was something he still desired. Something that he could not explain. Something that he feared. And that was keeping him alive. He could not let go of that certain thing. I wondered what more can a person ask for. All his kids were settled comfortably and did not care if he was alive or dead. What was it that still kept him alive, I thought.




Then I realized why. It was the month of May. Little did I know that it was my grandparents’ 78th anniversary? My grandfather, who could not walk or listen or hardly talk, had asked our servant to get flowers for my grandmother. He still remembered the day they were tied in holy matrimony years back. Suddenly I realized that the “Something” that kept him alive was “Love”. Once the function was over, my grandfather summoned all his sons and daughters. I found that he was finding it difficult for him to talk. He finally said something which brought tears to my grandmother’s eyes. He said, “Don’t trouble her after I go. Take care of her.”



~Live to Love. Die for Love. ~

Another Chance!!!

There is always this one person in your life that you wish would never leave you. You try really hard to keep that person as close to you as possible, only to realize that somehow that person has slipped right out. And there is nothing to bring them back. In my case it was not my lover but you can say ‘Crush’.




Back in 1999 when I was 16, there was this girl who I was crazy about. It was summer vacation and I had enrolled for 12th tuitions. That’s where I saw her first. It was a magical moment. I was standing with a couple of friends eating vada pav- my all time favourite junk food. I bit into the soft bread, the tangy chutney just tickling my taste buds when she arrived in full flourish. I was awestruck by her presence. Just when I was ogling at the beauty I bit into a very hot vada. As fate would have it I could not swallow or spit and made a complete fool out of myself. Ok…. May be it was not that magical but let me assure you, there was not one head which didn’t turn in her direction. She was looking glorious in the yellow-green Punjabi suit.





It was probably a month after the first time I saw her that I got to speak with her, and let me tell you… I sucked… Words just didn’t come out and I was again coming out off as an idiot.
We were from rival schools. Now, I’m not going to name the school but anyone who knows where I am from probably knows there are only two schools whose rivalry is famous. But somehow that rivalry never showed up when we talked. Finally after many failed attempts I succeeded in making her smile. And from then on I was easy. I could be myself around her. She made me feel comfortable. She started spending time with me and my friends were jealous. I could tell that. Other girls who never spoke with me suddenly started to strike a conversation. Probably only to find out why the hot chick is with someone unattractive like me.




We spoke on the phone. We were very good buddies. Although I was madly in love with her, I could not tell her because she was going around with a guy from my school. I wished many time that she would be mine. She said that she would always be my friend. After my board exams I got to see less and less of her. Even the phone calls trickle d down to just one phone call in a year to wish her on her birthday. She somehow forgot very conveniently that people are born so they have birthdays. Of the 8 years that I’ve known her, she didn’t wish me once on my birthday.
After the board exams we went our different ways, I studied science, she…. Well, I really don’t know. But we met again. The year was 2003 for our Graduation exams. She was truly an angel. Maybe a bad one but angel none the less.

The mayhem of those old feelings surged from deep below, gripping me tightly. I felt like I was 16 again. I wanted to talk to her, wanted to make her laugh. I wanted to look into those deep black eyes. But she was now with another boy named ‘Abu’ or something like that. I hated his guts.




Finally in the year 2008 when I called her on her birthday she said the worst thing anyone could ever think of. She said…”you know something, the reason I don’t call anymore is because my boyfriend is very possessive. He does not like me talking to any male friends.”
Accepted…. From that moment I never called again.




Some part of me still wants her, still adores her and still wishes that she were mine. If there was any chance of getting one wish fulfilled, I know what I would ask…. A CHANCE TO MEET HER AGAIN.

Its summer, 36 degrees of remorseless heat; yet I feel cold. Sweat covers my forehead but I quiver. Something does not seem right. I live in the dark… it's rainy, it's cold, it's wet and it's gloomy. Yet outside my window, I see the sun shining, children playing and people cursing the sun. They seem to want respite from the heat. Am I too afraid to venture out in the sun without you? Is it your company that I long? Or is it just that I'm too broken inside?

I've shut down the windows and drawn the curtains. I have turned off the lights as well. I smoke and smoke and smoke some more, wishing that you could come and fight with me and ask me to stop… tell me things that I already know… get angry with me and assure me that I am not just a dog begging for a piece of bone… even a used up bone!

I don't eat anymore… I don't smile. I live in solitude wishing that I had never wished us apart. I punish myself for being the kind of jerk that I have always been; pretending that I could support myself. But I never stop thinking about you.

Death too seems to be ignorant to take me along with her… I wait in anticipation for a miracle which would never happen. I have loved too little and cared too less for people who mattered. I gambled all my happiness away in search of some illusion. I gambled and lost everything.

I wish to eternity that you were here now… just like the old days when the curve of your smile could set everything straight. When the touch of your hand on mine seemed to assure me of achieving the impossible, when the tear in your eyes did not make me helpless but rather gave me the courage to stand up for everything I'm worth and reduce your pain… just like old times. And though I made you cry, I cried too… silently… with the pillow absorbing the tears.

I remember how you felt that there was something wrong even when I smiled. I remember your endless chatter filling my dreams and my thoughts when you were not there… I remember the words of encouragement you gave. I remember the aroma of the food you prepared… simple yet delicious… I remember not eating because I was angry… and how you didn't eat too…

Those old photograph of yours which we saw together so many times… I wish I had some more! For memories fade but pictures speak a thousand words…!!! I wished I was more considerate and loved you more than all the materialistic things I was running after. I wish I was there when you needed me. I wished I had never left you alone to fight the battles of life.

Now, you are no more with me. Although I know that you loved me and I never told you enough how much I did too… I want to be with you again, cry like a baby and you would comfort me. I know you would wipe off my tears with your pallu and kiss my forehead… just like old times. I wish you could make the same tasty Gajaar ka halwa that I loved so much.

Maa… It's difficult to live without you… please come back… I'm too lonely without you. Or Maa, just take me where you have gone… and let others mourn my death…..!!!

No One Is All Alone...

Sometimes in life, the illusion of being alone is very real. The illusion is so vivid that it appears to be the Ultimate Truth.

But the fact of the matter is that we are never alone. It does not matter if today we don't want to be loved or cared for... or even if we dont want to get hurt.. There will be always someone who will "Love" us, who will "Care" and who will "Hurt".

The feelings of being loved, cared and getting hurt are as natural as hunger or thirst. Sometimes in life we are tired of getting hurt that we lock ourselves in the iron-hands of our own helpnessness.

to be cont...