Somebody
asked me "how you used to be when you were happy ?"
I
just can’t stop thinking about it. How I used to be? I was a very jolly person, like a free soul, a
free bird, no one had any expectations from me. I used to play guitar, sing
loudly even if I was not that good at singing, used to learn sketching and used
to waste a lot of money on stupid unnecessary hobbies or occasional interests
(card making, paper quiling, learning sketching in which i was horrible, mehndi
because of my grand mother etc etc).
I used to do so many mistake, I was the
opposite of a perfectionist, like a panoti, I used to talk a lot, my phone bills
used to cover almost half of my pocket money , I used to call my friends in the
middle of the night and then I could go on talking to them for hours, non stop. I used to text a lot, I used to love the loud
music. I had hope in everything; I used to get over excited even on a simple
silly thing.
I
had these two people my two besties, people used to call us TRIMURTI or TRIGONOMETRY. My parents used to love me like their little princess, they still
do but not like their little baby. My little sister always asked for
suggestions from me, she always asked for my advice but now she don’t she is a
big girl now. I had this perfect life where I didn't want anything else.
Dad
was fine then. I had no worries. I had friends to hangout with. I was not much
emotionally attached to anyone. I was living in the real world more instead of
the friends who used to talk over phone or Facebook or orkut in the 20's wala
desktop or SMS on the NOKIA 1100 at that time. Life was stupid but beautiful.
I was kiddish, carefree, happy, idiotic, insane, chatterbox and now I just have the kiddish voice nothing else.
I was kiddish, carefree, happy, idiotic, insane, chatterbox and now I just have the kiddish voice nothing else.
“Happiness
is a way of travel and not a destination” and it seems like I am walking on the
wrong road. I am addicted to this
sadness, I am not able to smile with my heart. Sometimes I don’t feel like
continuing t live. I don’t want to kill myself, I just want it all to stop and
go away. I want to be calm. I want to be happy again.
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