A few have started to ask me - "Ennada aachu? Blog ellam ezhudara? Vera velaye illiya unakku? Avlo vettiya irukiya", etc etc etc...
Hw do i spend my time by bein alon?.. I don ve my mom wid me who will take care of me from the moment i enter my home... I dont ve my dad wid whom i will have casual chats in the evening... I dont have the luxury to sit on a sofa wid my legs stretched and flip thru the channels... I dont have my best of frens wid whom i will roam around d city... Am 500 kms away from my family n frens... stayin wid my relatives who r really too gud, but u have ur own limits... I cant njoi d same freedom as i do wid my mom... I cant share the things which i do wid my dad... I dont ve a set of frens who know me completely... So wat else do i do? I found d best solution is to SCRIBBLE...
Some ppl may find dat my writin is nonsense... But i dont care... After all, dis space is MINE. I will do WHATEVER i want in my space... I dont compel any1 to read my scribblings.. So to put it short for the readers,
" Ishtam na Padinga
Kashtam na Padikadeenga"...
Have u had a life away from ur parents at a young age?
If so, have u been widout seeing them for 100+ days?
If its a "Yes", wel hats off to you... U have learnt ur life, but am yet to..
Sometimes, loneliness is bugging
Sometimes, loneliness is irritating
And sometimes, loneliness is hurting...
Am experiencing dis feel of "loneliness" often.. Though i overcome it, its always only temporary... Sooner or later, i get into dat feel again...
I dont wanna express my feelings to my parents who ll feel hurt.. So i pretend to be happy always...
I dont have anyone here wid whom i can share my feelings... I dont think any1 is dat much understanding...
D best way is to worry within myself... I feel convertin my feelings into words on-screen reduces half of my worries....
Hence i started writing, still writing and will keep on writing... As i referred earlier... Dis is my space..."Idu Enga Area"....
Quote
"We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or pain of regret".
The difference is discipline weighs ounces; while regret weights tons
CHEERS
