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?