IT ISN'T EASY
There are nights when I stay up all night staring at the dark walls wondering about how life messes us up at times. Everything seems to drift away some day or the other. Every thought that seemed to be real turned out to be just an illusion. I calmly appreciate the silence of the dark hours, probably the only time when I can avoid all the hustles and bustles of life. I remember the days when the smile on my face was genuine unlike the one I wear now. I think of the days when I was absolutely happy to be around certain people who enjoyed my company too. Life was easy then, maybe. Heartbreaks probably meant losing our favorite pen or pencil while we wanted to flaunt about it to our friends. Sadness was when mom cooks the vegetable we hate the most calling it healthy and forces us to eat it. Fights meant fighting with our siblings for a bigger piece of cake even when every piece was of the same size. Happiness was when dad gifted us our favorite toy on our birthday. Everything felt ...