Some random strings of thoughts trickle down my eyes.
I thought,it must be the tears.
Outside,it’s the perfect weather.The clouds in the sky,whisper me of a gloomy evening.Amidst the negativity all around,whats the tiny source of warmth that I seek?
When I thought it’s all settled and confirmed,I find myself in the midst of a sandstorm.
I get lost,in the end.
And then there's a new beginning,and the possibility of a new end.This chain goes on.
Taxi horns remind me of the outside world.A very busy world,outside.A step out of my room,that is all.
I want to curl up in my cocoon,want to wait till I have wings.
I want to live.
