I write because I feel!!

What a pleasant surprise it is to get a “wake-up” call from an old friend, baring the long distance, finding time from busy schedules, forgetting about initiatives, and above all keeping you in mind and heart even while watching a movie is commendable. Hats-off to a dear friend, who is in Bangalore for “waking me up” from the deep slumber. It was a pleasant morning on the weekend, when almost the world around me was up and alive, but I was still dreaming….dreaming about the past few months when I had almost planned the rest of my near future, thinking about the whys and hows, having pleasure in feeling almost accomplished, I just didn’t want to get up to face the reality, which was no way near to my dream…pat I get a call, but fast asleep enjoying a virtual life in my dream I was in two minds to answer or not to answer the call. Thinking that the call must be to wish me New Year, to which I could always call back later, I wanted to dream on a bit more, but then since it was Soni, I

I am walking all alone, trying to figure out where I belong…I often find myself in places and situations where I don’t belong!!! One such place in Delhi called the “Blues” where everyone else was perfectly meant to be and everyone else had a reason to laugh was killing me inside…I often turned around to find at least one person who wasn’t trying to sip the sorrows with a fake smile, at least one person who was as gloomy as me and as true as me to accept that life is too complicated to pretend!!!! At every table people were busy laughing, singing, and then drowning themselves into a pool of sorrows…I was searching for a face who was real and happy, I could find everything there-- the joy, the care, the friendship, the relationship, the bond, the talent, perhaps all efforts were made to perfection…everything was so perfectly made up that even the real would start questioning its existence??? I was wondering if they all were forcing themselves to be happy for the amount of money they wer