amit bhatt

There was a time in my life when I used to be happy. There was a time when I used to notice spring in all its glory around me. I was closer to nature than I was to myself because I had her in my life. My story is very old; you people have no idea how old. In those days there was only me with nobody around. I used to cherish my loneliness; there of course were my other brothers, who preferred to live in a settling, but I was not one of them. I was free, like the wind that no one could stop; no one could force to stay in one place forever. But of course I had her, always near me. Never leaving me alone, never letting me realize that I was a loner. Her undiminished love was the only thing that I had in an otherwise rotting world. She was my partner and my mentor, my inspiration and my willpower. She was an ideal partner. Every day when I went out she used to wait for me in that little cave that I called home. And when I returned home at dusk all tired and spent, she used to embrace m...

  As I'm lying down on my bed doing nothing, a disturbing thought is haunting my mind. What if I'll be like this forever , what if the world will move on and the only one standing alone will be me, what if everyone around me will be happy and I'll be forced to participate in their happiness even when I don't want to. In short what will happen to me if she'll continue to refuse me as a part of her life? Well u know the thing is I am not usually this frustrated but the events happening(which obviously are out of my control) forces me to the think if I'm right about my theory about pride first and needs second. See, growing in a deeply religious environment has taken its toll on me. I put morality above need of hour and get myself screwed most of the times (BTW, that's a good oxymoron, isn't it?).  Things were going very fine until that fateful day. I was happy with my life, I was among friends and I had a girl to look to and be happy. And ...