A Letter to Me
Dear Myself, It has been long since I took out some time to talk with you. You have been the crux of my life or rather that thing, without which my life won't be having a meaning. It would sound crazy enough; to be found talking with oneself in the society we live in, but no one can aver the sanity of this society either. We live in a world where we are rushing to catch some or the other thing – A never on time train to the office; A job that promises livelihood but not the life we want; A company of people without their affection, just to avoid being discarded as a loner; A slipping away mind in the cacophony of the society we live in; Our breath in the hustle of thriving human race; and lastly things which we really want in life – our dreams. I have tried to contact you several times but failed to establish a connection due to the endless hurricanes in life. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to initiate a conversation with you, reminders about the trifle chore