Whenever I start writing 2 or 3 plots move around at the same time in my mind and I end up writing nothing. This is not the first time it has happened, but for the umpteenth time again. Today too I was about to start with some other plot but seems I have ended up writing something else. I was talking to my friend lately, I said I sometimes write a lot of non-sensible stuffs. He was of the opinion, that it being my blog I had the right to do so. As it is my blog it certainly gives me the freedom to scratch the very minutest of things or just talk big. To swag or just make fuss.
Having thought of all the sensible and non-sensible stuffs I didn't feel like thinking anything more and just let my fingers run on the keyboard and there I made it inhere. May be then when my being doesn't exist, my words would exist; a crazy yet true of the thought swirled in. Whenever I make such says I am told to shut up as if am immortal. We have this habit of closing our eyes in sheer brightness and assume that the darkness hovers around.
Having said this am still in dearth of a plot, a more of a sensible plot. A plot that glistens like the moon in the full-moon night. May be one awaits ahead.
"Sometimes I find myself miserable, coz when I miss you I can't even say, "I miss you".
Miser-ability crosses it's limit when I want to see you and can't even say ,"hey! lets meet".
Feel helpless when I feel like running to you and letting you know how much I love you and then I can't."
"How I wish I never fell in love!" she mumbled.
Suman felt like she was listening to the radio as Preeya was speaking on her own. She heard her word by word. Felt her all the way.