It was a perfectly normal day… No different from any other regular day… But as I returned back home and turned the key to open the door of my empty house something strange happened… Tears just started rolling down… Unknowingly n uncontrollably…
Don’t know if it was missing those smiling faces or still having some of those faces and missing the smile…
Don’t know if it was missing that cluttered hostel room or loneliness of independence..
Don’t know if was an argument with a friend or missing the fun of a mindless argument with that friend..
Don’t know if it’s price of the gadget I cant afford now or losing the value of things I have..
Don’t know if it was the agony of losing loved ones in the past or the fear of not remembering them as often anymore..
Don’t know if it was losing touch with old friends or being in touch and still losing it…
Don’t know if it was the anxiety for the future or the pace at which the present is slipping..
Don’t know if it was the pain of not being able to keep up to my own expectations or at times doubting own capabilities..
Don’t know if it was missing good old days or not having time enough even to remember those days…
Don’t know if it’s the general sad mood around or the shear inability to appreciate joy in simple things….
Don’t know if it was that beggar by the road side or my helplessness at his plight..
Don’t know if it’s the sarcastic jokes I crack or the bitter truth hidden in those jokes..
Don’t know if it’s the fake-ness or a tiny wish that the fake was real...
Don’t know if it’s the empty house or irritation due to the crowd…
Don’t know if it’s the traffic or the pain of being just someone in the traffic…
Don’t know what made the tears flow,… I just don’t know….