A night like every night. The loneliness biting into you. you can’t but help wondering if some1 cares.
So I send out messages. they say “i’m really feeln sad. kinda bad :(”
and decide to turn in. because no 1 usually takes such messages seriously. every1 has their own problems. i kan’t blame them.
5 minutes later, i’m sitting on the stairs near my hostel room, staring into her eyes, those jewels that are taking in all of me. I hear her giving me advice, sharing her experiences, and i’m a little taken aback! little ashamed…. because i realised that the problem to solving my problem lay in my immature, rather selfish, approach.
and then she says: “its alright anju, i knw how its lyk for u. u try to take on evrthn on ur own. hey, i do that too. but sometimes, u need to let some1 lend a shoulder 4 u to lean on.”
i feel lyk crying. so i turn my gaze away. this is the one person on whose shoulders i can fall on and cry!
but i sit straight – a little more away from her. i dont know y i’m behaving like this. it has become a habit of sort for so long, that i just cant think up a reason.
sorry chechi.
*ഒരു കടുവാക്കുട്ടിയുടെ കുഞ്ഞെഴുത്തുകൾ * 