At one point of time, many a days ago, I concluded that I can be happy if I remove my past from my memory. It was easy then, I stored all my memories into various closets, closed them and stacked them somewhere deep inside my memory. Normally it’s not required to retrieve the same. So, I forgot the past.
Suddenly the door opened, and she came in. There she is, looking at me with those mesmerizing charming eyes.
I look back at her. Did I smiled? I don’t know.
“What do you want from me”, her voice sounded unemotional, harsh and rough. But then, she was always like that – harsh and rude.
“I don’t want anything? And I have told you this several times. I just want to know why are so insensitive or trying to be? Why are you always ‘I just love myself’ kind of?” I said candidly.
“Why are you like this?” came the question from her as I was expecting.
I am like what? Do I really know what I am like? Do I know what I am?
For the past many days I didn’t write anything in my diary. It’s not that there was nothing to write, in fact, many topic were there. But I intentionally avoided writing.
Last evening one of my friend made a remark that he don’t want to do things which are bad for his reputation.
Well, the statement warranted a deeper insight and lot of thought. And so I did, spending lot of time thinking about it and then writing about it.
I felt too tired as I was about to reach my room. I switched off my cell as I just wanted to lie down peacefully without being disturbed by anyway. So the moments I opened the door and entered into my room, I just threw myself in the bed.