time is a passing moment..... and with time everything passes by.....your happiness your sadness.....sometimes your entire entity.......

Promises................

Are promises meant to be broken?

Are promises made for the fleeting moment of  surreal happiness?

Are promises made for getting that feeling of being the saviour from the dreaded moment of being lost?

Are promises made for the sake of making it?

Are some promises made to get over a matter?

Or are they made to make hearts shatter? 

Leaving the corridors of being myself..............

when you are uprooted things seem so out of focus, so absurdly hazy, you feel your entire world has come crashing down. That is what I felt on my first day in IIT Bombay and still going through the trauma. I have lost my identity in this single hostel room. I cannot come to terms with this celled life. I have lost being myself. I have lost my vivacious self. I cannot find me here. I want to turn back the wheels of time. I want to go back where I belong. Well now I know accolades are so meagre compared to your being, your inner soul, your love for what belongs to you...........