
we were strolling in the corridor after dinner...wondering how things are different now. So unlike it was 7 months back. we were happier than now, for having so many "Friends" but now we are disintegrating... or let me say we know each other better now and we have mutually accepted the distance. We paused so that she could relieve her bladder of the immense pressure.
I lingered around waiting for her when I saw this dead moth. I still remember having read in my second standard G.K. book that these feed on their own dead skin...unimaginable!Arent I doing the same?feeding on my emotions...and the ones who really love me.
He loves me so much that he tolerates the tantrums with a big smile...but how long will this continue?
Am i also a dead moth?And this me is just a mannequin...who walks around without reaching anywhere...laughs without the glint in the eye...mothers without motherliness.
I have eaten myself up and this is the new me. The one i have to be for the rest of my life... save a rebirth. my rennaissance...