Blessed Be My Dears!
Thanks to Maithili, Red, Priyanka, Chandana, Vinati, Subtle Scribbler and most of my girl-friends here on the Blog...I am writing a Series again. Guys/Men/Boys, you all too, seriously, thank you! :D No, not because I thought of you all later (And not that you would care even if I do :P) but these girls kindled the romantic side of mine ;) I am straight, yes, Thank you! :D And I have absolutely no idea why I am talking, what I am talking. Does that happen to you all too? I bet you do. :D
Anyway, back to the Series...this would be the first ever series that I have only two three things in my mind and no plot absolutely, but I will go ahead anyway. I am babbling, I know which indicated I am tired, yet. I think I am tired like you know, mentally. :| Oh, before I keep talking endlessly, I will start with the Series.
FEAR – The Past Catches Up.
|Imagine my plight! Or am I just cranked up because I do not have a laptop? :||
FEAR – The Past Catches Up.
Sometimes in life, there are questions that seem to question our entire being. Questions, that do have answers but we do not want to explore them. We’d rather believe that the questions do not exist. We’d rather believe that ignorance is bliss. I am...no, I was the same. And I changed…so much so, that I was locked, packed and sealed in a white padded cell. Why, because I tried to explore some unanswered questions, thought I’d share my knowledge with the world. But terribly wrong that I was, world had a different intention. Clearly, no one was or will ever be ready to hear anything I had to say – because they had hauled me in there.
|Being here, believe me, is not easy. The White - color of peace - numbs your senses after a point of time.|
You have thought absolutely correct, I was, in medical and legal terms, mentally unsound/lunatic/ crazy. So, it is up to you to decide whether you would like to hear my story or not and what led me to it. However, before I start off on my own, I would later talk about how I survived there. Except my incessant persuasion to make everyone believe about the things I have come across, doctors believed that I was fit – mentally, almost. But they had kept me there, only because they were afraid, I would get over obsessed/schizophrenic about it and harm others. Yeah, like I would have dreamt to do that.
My only means that kept me clinging to my sanity were my pens and this 500 page journal that I had maintained to keep a record of everything that has ever happened to me, the events that I have gone through. More about it later though since I can feel the electrifying presence in the air…and I need to brace myself to tackle with it. The night here is dark and my candle light flickers in the cold air that freezes my bones, my soul. My mornings are bright but they pass quickly. My limited means and loneliness are something I need to keep up with, constantly. However, the powers and the gift I have cultivated will keep me going. Or so I hope. With that thought, I will return tomorrow.
30th April, 2011