Perhaps I just don’t give enough
time to myself but I am happy! I said to myself. I have this weird way of forgetting
things just because I don’t want to remember them. Does that mean I am running
away?
It’s Christmas and had been to a mall
and I see everyone clicking pictures with the Snowman, the Santa, and the Christmas
tree along with their friends. I stood there for a minute and I realized, I was
alone, but I said to myself yet again, I am happy!
I just happened to drive through
that way and it took a stroll down the memory lane, recalling the good old
happy days. God! I was happy I said to
myself. Did I just say I was? That freaked me out.
I came back home and I stumbled
on the photographs, it kind of made me laugh and it took me way back, back down
the memory lane. I saw happiness and pain. I was happy I thought... I am so gone
astray. Where am I now? Sometimes I choose to not look back because that would
make me realize that I am lost. I am now all by my own and would be lost at the
pace at which life is taking me. It’s tearing me apart. I get scared at times, is this all?
I am petrified and I don’t want to look back down the memory lane... Coz I thought I was happy then. Yes, I was!
