Needed a friend, a confident or anyone who have the hearts to listen to me.Heart,it always remember the first time when it flutters right? so does it remembers the first time it has got crushed, obviously under the weight of neglect.I rather keep my mouth shut and act like a remote controlled barbie with perfect hair,perfect features,perfectly manicured nails etc etc . What about ma human side?forgot the fact that im human?.May be im paranoid of being alone in the same room as that of loneliness, may be silence brings out some old memories that i don't wish to recollect.How can anyone sleep comfortably when miles away a heart is weeping out for care?.May be the loud screams never penetrates your false dreams or may be we can put it this way:You don't know me!!!you think you do but no!!!every time i wish for a comforting hand,i find maself alone.You think i should be left alone because i asked you for some privacy last time for which you nodded our head to represent your displeasure of ma loony attitude.Sometimes you gives me the feeling that the world revolves around you and whenever ,wherever you ask for you little perks, wishes must be granted..may be am your fairy god mother.May be we are nothing close to Barbie and Ken.I watch you slip through ma hands and just stand there do nothing at all.You say you are tired, and i nod in unison cause may be you are after a tough day at office but, when your tiredness eats away the talks, for you are too heavy that your fingers just refuse to type in proper messages.
May be this is what people call seven year twitch!!!but, here it just took 2 short years to put on a sad display that relationships after some point of time are taken as granted that little effort or little love goes into making a loose thread bound.

The room looks different,for a control freak like me a messy room is too hard to stand.Have been rearranging every single thing in ma room for the past one week.The neatly spread sheet on ma bed,polished photo frame,a small basket of scramble blocks,a glass mug filled with water,dust free carpet,soft toys arranged in order....all work over and done with.The room revamped did offer a new challenge ,to get away from its inviting charm.The very sight of uncrubled sheets induces sleep in me.Mom has banned me from closing the door before 10pm.I'm badly wanting to try ma luck in interior designing.May be one day if i ever plan to switch ma career i would like to come back to this profession that lets me express ma artistic genes, without boundaries.
I badly wanted a light shower,when i reached back home .Summer heat was taking a toll on my body but, got more than what i wished for,for now its raining heavily.Summer doesn't makes you as uncomfortable as monsoons.You walk through the road concentrating hard on how to avoid big muddy water pools and there ,the driver of a car swish past your,splashing the dirty water over your kurtha.Most of the shops doesn't allow you to take your leaky umbrella inside and after you have made past all those wet clothes brushing past you, you find your umbrella missing.Kerala monsoons is a nightmare that you have to live through to appreciate ma writings.
If you are sitting in your couch comfortably,sipping hot tea,reading a nice fiction then there is no better season than monsoons.Hear the rain droplets whispering in your ears,watch the birds take shelter.God!!!im swaying...if ...leave it...let it rain, let it quench mother Earth's thirst,let life thrive....

Time to scribble away the clogged letters,they don't come pouring out like before.People, kind of tend to take sides,it happens all the time especially when you are listening to just one side of the story. Cochin is not treating me well,the climate is too humid and hot.The moment you step out of your home,smeared with sunscreen you start sweating.As i complain about the so called tough weather mom gives me a devilish smile and declares"As if darling you were born in polar region".Back from ma one year stint at Amrita,the climate of Coimbatore is notorious for its burning summer but,the story ends there.One never sweats unlike in Cochin where every visit out is like visiting a sauna.If things aren't bad,hear this out"sorry Adhi!!!you won't recognize your old lab mate,iv grown DARK!!!!like real blackish dark.My dad who finds humor in most bizarre of situations declared that I'm in urgent need of a fairness cream or a big bank balance(who will marry a dark girl?),pretty much average Indian mentality.This sums up the events of the day or rather the weather report.