Random Thoughts of A Demented Mind

Just another thought:

“With the shutting of the windows, the falling of the curtains, the final call came to her mind. She knew that her life had been painful from the very beginning and it was not a cakewalk.  Tears trickling down her face, she knew she could find solace in his arms. If only he had extended that arm for her to fall back upon, she would not have been stranded in the middle, with no one to look behind. Loneliness was just another word for people but it summed up the entire life for her. Having her own way out was not the solution for her. She was aware that the world did not work according to her whims and fancies but she was finding it hard to cope with the entire situation. People these days are carefree and it doesn’t even take them a split second to move on from the person they loved or adored but for her it seemed like an entire lifetime to get rid of those memories.”

My mind goes solo!

“The most sought after topic in her life . . . the much talked about affair in her life . . . the never ending discussion in her life . . . What is it that attracted her immensely to this somewhat petty issue of life? There seemed to be no end to it and it kept stretching on endlessly like an elastic band with remarkable stretch ability. She struggled to oust it from her memory but it mercilessly kept lingering on and pestered her to no end. . . Don’t Wonder. . . It’s a big blunder even lending a thought to it but she can hardly help herself these days”.

Welcome to my life, where unending thinking is a pleasure and useless thinking a luxury. When I last sat near my windowsill with a soulful song flowing somewhere in the background, it brought back some bittersweet memories of the past (Duh! Memories are always of the past . . . Isn’t it? ) The smile in his eyes, the sweet flutter inside, the giddiness in my stomach and his passing by. Everything came back to me in an instant followed by some more excruciating feelings. The endless shedding of tears, the twisting and tumbling in the bed, the sleepless nights and those dreadful expressions of mine. Shuddering slightly I tried hard to erase them forever from my memory but certain love songs simply remind you every teeny-weeny bit of life. They tear you apart from inside, entice you slowly and nourish your romantic glands lovingly.

What is it? I still wonder. . .