Broken wings!

Well to start of the inability to deliver when you wanted it most is a creepy feeling. Nothing helps in.

You might say I got you too easy, and you said it…. Though it is highly unimportant but yes it does matter.

“You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” – Wuthering Heights.

 

 

How emphatic this statement is, may be we could not find any other way but I really wish I’d have been in a more convincing position.  Now what shashwat? What rather ….

I have no clue how am I gonna deal with it but I have to as it is important for me and you as well (till some extent).

 

The ghosts of past coming and haunting me, it’s happening again. It’s always coming back and hitting like a truck.

Bring on the champagne …

I can’t take it any more……… Solace

My heartfelt wishes for you… May you find what I couldn’t…

Solace!! 

Last liar!!

Well… It’s happening again… I am being accused of same thing? So, is it time to recollect and reconsider things or?

There is no point blank theory that can exist as a piece of truth but it is a chain of events, small pieces of truth and of course impulses (which can not account on reasons as if there ever exist a reason ,it wouldn’t have been called “impulses”). 

The news update is: I am jinxed. Is it really so? Well… if I take an overview of events occurred in affect of me since last year as recently and tracing back to past 7 years as history; it can be deduced that I am jinxed or if I take liberty and put it little mildly that may be the combination is not working; me and time. 

Hell… I should know that earlier. 

As far as I reconsider myself friends are important for me… important than me, and if there exists a chance of choosing I might escape as I won’t be able to handle that tremendous amount of pressure. 

I do want to write more about but feeling not very nice. And what I could do now? Sorry …. It’s just a 5 letter word (depending on the graveness of situation) now.

Some kind of cyclone or maybe tempest is rising within. 

NO IDEA! What next!! 

The one thing that’s sure is I am feeling very alien and un-me. Helpless I am and I don’t really enjoy it. 

I died here……………