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confessions of a confused soul - 2

"Stop acting like a lost teenage girl high on harmones"... His words haunting me again and again. "Did I really talk like that?". I close my eyes to feel the morbid humiliation make my body cold inside out. 
"Your emotions are suffocating me" I can hear his words again, as if he is standing near. I open my eyes to find myself alone.... and empty. 
"Suffocating??!!! my care is suffocating!!"... 
Nobody had every rejected my care, my love, my attentions. I am used to people craving for me. "Was I really over reacting like a teenage girl??"
I could not answer my questions. "Maybe I was. Why would anybody tell me to love less??" 
It doesn't make sense. The anguish and pain I was feeling in my heart was just escalating. My body felt ice cold. I opened my eyes to see nothing, I wrapped my hands around me to warm myself. But I shivered, shivered with pain and loneliness.
"Can I not deal with emotions like a matured person I pride…

One summer afternoon...

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. . Saritha looked up towards the clear sky, there was not a speck of cloud just sparkling blue. She mumbled to herself "looks like it might rain". Then she shouted looking towards the balcony "Ramya, bring down the clothes. Looks like it might rain"
Ramya who was cleaning the balcony peeked up towards the sky to see clear beautiful blue, she frowned and shouted back "Its ok ma, it is still very sunny. Let the clothes dry"
It was a typical saturday afternoon in Ramnath Rao's house. Saritha was in the kitchen clearing up the dishes, Ramya was cleaning some part of the house, Chintu was already down for the afternoon nap, Ramesh was working on his computer and Ramnath Rao was trying hard t…

confessions of a confused soul - 1

"I miss you.. Can I say that to you??  


But its not like we share confidences, hell sometimes we don't even get to say hi.

We don't share secrets. Most of the times we react by just a smile.

We never discuss unless you count innumerable unrelated view points we shared.

We dodge the personal questions. We evade answering reasons.

We never properly end the talk. Nor pick it up where we left off.

There are lots of loose ends. We try to stay as unaffected as possible, but still there is something flowing between us.

Which makes me miss you. Miss the broken talks. The ambiguous smiles and nods. 

The unwanted discussions and unrelated topics.

Miss the underlying tension in anticipating each other's response.

The dumb acting when forced to reveal a hand.

I miss you and that is where I stand.

No other emotion plagues my mind. Am completely sane and sound.

I miss you with no strings attached. You don't need to miss me am that detached."