Delhi Diaries

 Looking around her, she saw everyone chasing their dreams and some people getting more than they deserve. Just migrated from a calm city to a big city filled with chaos. With a blurred vision and fake face she stumbled everyday and trudged along new roads. She is unlike these big city people who can't share and who fear love. She is still pure at heart.. Very pure. She is surprised how many lives are just plain illusions and nothing concrete. They are possessive of people, of things, of everything.They want to feel loved- all of them but they don't want to put all of themselves in relationships. She could give away everything because she knows people and even things are not owned- thanks to her upbringing. She has only one thing with her- her words. Words that speak her, words that define who she is.

But she is not possessive about anything, maybe because one thing a new city doesn't provide is- the feeling of belongingness. When she see people crying over their lives, she can't help but smile to herself- Do they know how it feels to live in a bitchy city on your own? To just live and still feel dead? To wear happy masks everyday so that people don't see the sadness gripping your soul? To not know where home is? To not have a single place where you are actually welcomed? No; they don't know. Well, No one know how lucky they are until its gone.

Back in her hometown she could feel the magic in herself, magic to change herself and the world. Here, she is just wandering, Living her dream but not really living anymore. The feeling of being ordinary when you know you are not is heartbreaking. Between some heartbreaks,  the writing did get better. She feels drained of everything. How hard it is to keep calm when you feel the magic fading away. That feeling when you are just about to fly and you feel your wings slightly burnt.