It seems like ages since I last opened a word document.

All this while, I lived and I loved. I nibbled out fresh fixations, had an overdose of social networking, fought-cried-ran and returned in circles and saw people melting into the sublime smoke of deceit and consolation . I had ridiculous mood swings, sought comfort in flipkart deliveries, lived on roadside momo’s and cheap biriyanis, stayed up nights in fear and slept away evenings like an unashamed invalid. I found zillions of new stories lying forgotten in autumn streets, dreamt of superheroes and chewing-gums between talks that held meaning, saw words being killed between red tongues and blackened teeth and giggled away bursting bubble wrappers thrown out without sympathy. I quarreled all day and then waited agitatedly for the messages in between, splurged sickeningly at things I shall never need, this moment I sobbed and the next second I planned out great mischief.

I cried out loud proclaiming I have come of age, but deep down I knew I am not even ten.

I dented on people’s external harmony and then cribbed about the uproar that followed it.

And now,

I sit, dangling my legs, on the edge of another writers block;
so take it bitch,

A tomorrow is always there to take in today’s loss..