Some people work to live. Some
work for money and some work just to work with no aim and intention. Sometimes
work becomes their only savior. Sometimes it becomes necessary to keep you mind
busy. For it may end up thinking about the harsh truth of life. Someday you
just might be wondering about your life and asking questions about your existence.
Writing articles, blogs or anything may seem interesting but it’s just a work
which tempts you to indulge in.
Looking at some frames hanging on
your wall and just waiting for that time to come when you can go off to sleep.
The reality tends to mock you every time but you choose to fake each time. Enclosed
in a room, silence all around and you just wish to talk to someone but never
happens so.
Watching the clock click and some
pictures to say a lot. Smoking cigarettes to calm down and surfing facebook to
relax but everything looks so monotonous. Everyone is content and busy and
meanwhile you pretend to be the same. You walk in the street with none.
Enjoying food with none. Shopping for yourself with none. Watching a movie in a theater with none.
A day when you just need someone
to stay. A day when you had cried a lot. A day when nothing happened. A day when
you find no one to talk to. A day when you play loud music to cry loud. A day
when you see your tears in the mirror. A day when you wash your face, smile in
the mirror, switch off the light and go off to sleep. The next day the alarm
buzzes and you go straight to kitchen to cook for yourself.
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