A midst the havoc, I stand. I stand, a midst the havoc; in the middle of nowhere. Something left behind, something coming ahead. Nothing is enough. Knowing isn't enough, not knowing isn't OK, understanding isn't easy, explaining isn't possible. I’m losing the strings. Yes. Jee haan.
There's a tough schedule that I'm bound in. Exams coming up, assignments
to complete, notes to prepare, friends to meet, relatives to pretend with,
relationships to manage; and I, am
nowhere.
And in this rush with thoughts totally scattered, life
bizarre, under the constant cover of uncertainty, when everything has just blurred; I've come to a halt, held my breath, closed my eyes and assume myself to be the Anjali Sharma of Rahul
Raichand running down the street of Chandni Chowk in pouring rain. I’m once
again the crazy ten year old obsessed with Kabhi
Khushi Kabhi Gham. Free from all the shackles, going where the heart takes.
Amen to the strong childhood memories which somehow gives me strength
and I manage to maintain the track, and go on in one piece.
High time that I start studying and prepare for my semester terminals.
Buona Fortuna.
