Suddenly, every thing around me is silent and peaceful. Is it dangerous? Is it a signal of a storm which is about to hit me?
Why am I so scared with silence? Why shouldn’t I be? For someone whose life has always been surrounded with noise and disturbances, it is obvious that I will be impatient with all silence and peace surrounding me.
This time when she is not with me, I am not sure how I am feeling. Yes, I wanted to know her. As I always want to know a new person. (explanation being that it would help me in understanding myself better). But I knew that in order to proceed to deeper understanding of each other, we need to have some spark between us.
Last few months I have encountered a new confusion. When I started writing for my blog, I was not worried about the readers or audience. In fact I was not very much aware of the blog thing. It started all because of curiosity and some hidden agenda.
My diary is the only place where I am true to myself. I don’t feel shy, I don’t fear anyone, I just write whatever comes to my mind. I am writing my thoughts in my diary since my very childhood, as my father taught me to write. I am just quoting few lines as I can’t write everything here, but they are enough to invoke certain thoughts.