Its Summer, but though irregularly enough, its been raining since last week. Its cold outside and inside, its more like a storm that I can't figure if feels cold, deadly cold or hot. Its a feeling that sleep won't come to me tonight. If anyone asks me what I want to do, I'd say I want to shut the door, remove the curtains and open the window. I want to turn the lights off and light a candle beside the window and stare at it until my eyes close.
And suddenly I am woken up out of these thoughts by the shouts and cries I hear in my neighbourhood. Its strange how I've never failed physically though I feel like a storm emotionally. I get up, walk up to the balcony and I now regret coming here. The cries are so unbearable to ears that I can almost have an idea of how it must be paining the lady shouting a block next to where I live. I can hear people trying to stop her doing all that publicly but I can see them failing.
I believe she's alive. I believe she's so alive that she can recognize her pain. If only I could. I look forward to know if I can. I'd like to know how, if yes.
Mother feels sorry for the lady she's had cups of tea and usual chats with leaving me thinking, people grow up and grow up more only to learn to pretend everything is okay and wonderful whereas in reality, not everything is. And just when they learn this bit about reality, they begin feeling like a child all the more.