A Change of Seasons

Feb’s gone now. Summer’s upon us. Already the temp is starting to creep up during the evenings. Change is here

This summer reminds me of the ones that I bared in Pilani. The feel of the heat is similar. I miss those days now. Can’t believe its been almost 3 years now that I left Pilani.

2013 was supposed to be the year of dreams. It became the year of loss. I want 2014 to be the year of recovery. It’s been hard. I have felt that I found it easier to bear than some others. Does that mean I had lesser love. Or that I cared less. I don’t know. It’s been 4 months now.

The day she died I wanted to see her body. After the post mortem, I could only see her face. That was not enough for me. I will always remember the feel of her feet when I washed them one last time. I will always remember that day as my most humbling. The lowest point of my life.

Am I a hollow person? How can I keep going on like this? What am I living for. Do I care about anyone other than myself. Do I even care about myself. I’m not sure. Life goes on. I keep living.

What should I do now? What do I want for myself?


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