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Every afternoon when I feel sleepy lieing in the hot attic room, attending the beats of music on my i Pod ...I wonder what I really am...
Its quite amusing that I cannot define myself , of all people its me...who doesn't know what he wants or is...
The sense of confinment to my own soul makes me sad every afternoon...With the blazing sun, when people are lazing awwy I do not know why I wonder about such things but I cannot stop myself...There is a great urgency to device the right concoction for happiness which I seek in the afternoon sky...
The wisps of white cloud never answer me...just like those friends who are there so close yet so far....
Did you ever wonder how many friends you have?
Well many would be the answer everytime I ask...but my replu
"Count Again; Carefully"...
You will see that all you have managed to do is just lie on an Argand plane...with all those dear and near ones on the Y axis...
But there are still people who love you , care for you...even I have many such people then what is the sorrow, what is the query that knaws at my soul everytime I am alone....
I still do not know the right answer to it....its just a feeling...a gut feeling rising from god knows where ..but iut seems to be the most pessimistic part of me...
So is the world a happier place only when you are alone..is "I walk A lonely Road , The only one I have ever Known" the true anthem of modern living...
Hopefully not!!!

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