smile the smile...
I realized something really important about myself over the weekend. I write my best when I am the saddest. The outflow of emotions are at their best. I can think better. The English that comes out sounds great and natural. I am at my eloquent best, you could say. And by now you should have already guessed that I am sad right now. And so this over flow of emotions and words and memories and what not. Yes, I have been sad, very sad, over the weekend. And this is not a very rare occasion for a person like me. I have grown up almost alone, although I can boast of a pair of siblings (they are way older than me, and had already left home for studies or work by the time I grew up). I had been an overtly reserved and shy kid at school. So, no friends either. Hence, i grew up to be great friends with myself, sharing all my secrets with my alter ego (?). I programmed myself to put up a brave face to the world, show them how my life is so happy and perfect. But that is perfectly not the case. ...