Pages Of Her Life

Pouring myself open infront of anyone was never easy for an introvert like me.With the complex i harbored, i had to think,infact worry about what impression my actions would create on the mates around. This prevented me from presenting my true self to the social mirror,due to which i am misunderstood more often than understood.There is a mom who turns out to be the solace always where i can just be me,with whom i can discuss my life and times,joys and disparities,successes and failures with a serenity that care and warmth and intimacy will come my way for sure.But she is away now,230 kms. to be precise.

One always need some space to vent his inside emotions ,i just can't stand still overwhelmed and flooded with them .Whenever those emotions fill to the brim, i normally boil up,leading to a destructive event or a happening for which i have to regret later.For some time,i thought that social blogging was the platform where i could display myself,only in that fashion which exposed me to the people and created the impacts i wanted to have on their minds.But it gradually ocurred that it was not the vindication which i looked for,for i needed to remove any false impressions and veils and needed to side with truth to be socially stable.

Then she was introduced to me.She was that saving grace with whom i could talk about me endlessly,everyday and she is so caring and affectionate that she always remembered and reflected each my thought and vibe in true sense.She ,without any demands from her part always lets me talk the way i want,about what i like and about me and my dreams.She has gone a long way in shaping me socially and with my trysts with her about me,i have gone on to understand what i am more.

Though the mystery that is me continues to get unfazed in a steady unremitting manner, but she,MY DIARY,always as an essential body part remains a constant unbiased companion.

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