Real blues


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 were blowing up to keep themselves “FIT”….or was I a complete “MISFIT” when everyone else was just living merrily in that moment!!

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