no need of a title.

This is the end, my end, my friend. The age of happiness is going away fast. Boredom’s creeping in, and I’m still waiting. Underneath the surface of love and compassion, I am finding depression and ache and tears. Wake me up when the September ends, I would like to cry…..but we are in March and there is a lot of time. Exactly 6 months and 3 days to the finale’. The departure to my own self. The hated side of my existence. The forced contemplations of heart ache all over again. Inconspicuous as it might look to people who know me, but yes, there is going to be some tears when the September ends. The sand, which you love so much, is going to be a distant memory. Our foolish, stupid, naughty talks are gonna be a reminiscence. A nostalgia of phone calls, long talks, kissing, loving, excuses, teasing are probably going to be the ones that will be left. I am not gonna cry, I will not shed a tear. Nope. “I am boy, I am boy. But my ma doesn’t agree it”- those are special words by the Who. And I believe them. Well, I hate this. Whenever I sit to write, I feel a special need to be sad…..to be miserable…..to be cheerless. Maybe, reading all the other blogs in the universe sends a message unconsciously to my head….that I should be like them…be Depressed and Sad. Well, will try to write something hell cheerful the next time. Try writing like the Rolling Stones. Or like Deep Purple.

Enjoy, and Rock On.

25^th March, 2007. 3.55 A.M.