This feeling, this strange feeling was eating me from inside. It was as if something right underneath my skin was vibrating and getting hot, to the point that it would burn my face and melt something in my eyes. I knew what was going on, I was so familiar with this feeling and I had tried so hard for so long to lose it. I couldn’t. I had come a long way: I had made peace with myself and had tried to get rid of all the hate and anger I once had towards all those who had ever made me feel this way. In theory, I was there. But in practice, every time the situation would repeat, the feeling would come back.
This time I am so mad at myself. Why was I feeling this way again? So what?
Sometimes it is so hard to face the reality , when you keep on running and suddenly stop and think it’s your stop but then you realize that it’s not n then again you run ... to find yourself ...your fate... your destiny but still you get nothing but the same routine and same darkness around you ... what you do then ??? I don’t know why sometimes a person doesn’t lose but winning is also seems as a dream ... why???
Sorry Nikhila, Sanika, Richa…
