The Unforgettable Desire

To all those deleted names and contacts, I deleted you from my phonebook, facebook or any other book About six months ago, for no fault of yours. Someday in the past, you had probably meant a lot I had shared more than just a small talk with you But slowly you were just a name in my phonebook And that suffocated me.

Parents. They play a great role in the shaping of one’s childhood. But today I am not going to glorify them for a certain trait of theirs like I have done before. Sure, I acknowledge every move, decision that they have taken for the betterment of their children. Sure, they have sacrificed a lot. But that doesn’t mean they are great. They are humans. They have their flaws. They have their better sides. But I will not glorify them.

Oftentimes when I talk to my friends from the previous college, they ask me, you are Akankshya, you always loved living alone so why is Hyderabad making you so miserable? And I say, Not Again! In Delhi, I spent so much time with people that I needed some alone time. In Hyderabad, I spend all my time with myself apart from a few days in a month and let’s admit it; I am a really boring soul. So for the last six months, I have cribbed about not having a group of people to hang out with, to share a pizza, to roam around aimlessly, to make impromptu plans because well planned ones fail, to sit around a table and have the disgusting conversation over food etc. etc. In the end all I did was torture my only best friend here, Asif, to meet me at least once a week to save the miserable soul that I am becoming!