I start writing after giving the keyboard a little friendly
blow.
Dust has been ghosting my laptop’s keyboard for a long time
now. I don’t remember the last time when I thought of writing something.
It is not that I am clear about what I have to write now. I just
need to write something.
How enthralling it used to be, to stay alone and not be
lonely!
Now it is different; I first get lonely before being alone.
Loneliness doesn't hurt me, but it somehow starts feeding on
my physical self.
Then I realize how important the people and their presence
are!
I still can take care of myself, no extra effort required. I
was so used to it before, it is still there! You know, you don’t lose what you
get used to.
But, their presence adds that necessary spice to my somewhat
bland life in which I work, I drink, I pray, I curse, I think, and I die!
Fakir, you were right my friend!
They do complete my existence.
There will be a no win, no loss situation without them,
How hysterical will be life without them!
