My colleagues asked me,” why are you this much happy. Nothing bothers you. Singing dancing yourselves every time. “
I nodded, but started thinking about it. I knew it is just a smog created by me.
If Face is the reflection of mind, then I am the happiest person.
Then why does my writing say loudly that I am a depressed woman…Shh…. I hate that label!
Frankly, I can tell that I feel a sudden urge to pen down when I am miserable…I can’t resist myself until I carve it ..When I am exultant, my mind is blank. Not even a single word. No topics.
Exultant!! I can’t recollect last time I thrilled .Better change it as,” When I feel good, my mind is blank ”.
My colleague’s comment pushed me into deep thought .I tried to pursue myself. The Real me.
I would like to single out my state of mind. I really want to know what is in it . Does my mind resemble my happy face or my dampen writings.
As a step, I took a break from my thoughts, and started concentrating on inner mind. But it was very difficult. I couldn’t breathe.
I could feel the thoughts in queue which were pushing me inside and it was impossible to focus.
One day I will explore the inner me, today NOT !!!
----------------------------------------Meera :) ------------------------------------------------------------
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