Have I lost my pen or is it that now I am scared of penning my thoughts?
Why do I not write?
Do I have nothing to say? Or does no one want to hear me?
Words don't come to me anymore but thoughts keep parading in my head.
Aanchal says, "woman! you can write!!" She is true. I think she knows that I am at peace with myself when I write. And today I am going to write! Write all that I can... Write about all that comes to my mind...
I am feeling claustrophobic, sleep eludes me and I am not able to digest any food. I am scared I might fall sick (that is if I am not sick already). I am restless in my sleep, restless when I am awake. As clichéd as it may sound but I feel that no one understands me. Not my friends, not family, not acquaintances, not even potential suitors.
Do I need a man in my life to make me feel complete? Or am I eventually fall in love with myself and be at peace?
I think I have come to a point in my life where I am satisfied with just questions. Answers were never a friend. They'd never come to me. There are just questions and that is all I have.
Someone once said to me "you are meant for greatness," I am still waiting for this to come true.
P.S. This is in complete admiration, dedication,confusion and fascination of those who decide not to make up their minds!!