It’s pouring over here. By here I mean in Kolkata.
Yes. Here I am, sitting beside the window and watching the rain drops race (I wonder who will win).
Now that I give it a thought, it is all very peculiar. I have always wondered why is everything so complicated. But then I came to the conclusion that we are the one who made it so complicated.
Well, I am a student. My biggest question in life is ‘Who am I?’. I somehow, always fail to answer this question. Metaphors. Life is a huge metaphor. A metaphorical maze where we’re all trapped. I wonder how many of you realised this.
(The rain drop on the left won)
I have always loved people but sometimes I hate them. Contradicting my own thoughts are now a habit. I seem to love contradicting for some very weird reason. I might talk in riddles, but I can’t seem to arrange my thoughts in order. I wonder if I am the only one who has this problem of ‘can’t arrange my thought in order’.
I have always dreamt of being someone who is perfect. Not long after the dream, I realised that perfection is nothing but a flawed concept because there is simply nothing called ‘Perfect’.
The word itself is a metaphor.
I wonder what’s wrong with me.