Warning! Warning! Warning! This post is good for nothing! so if you are so busy don't even think of reading this. This is the far most baseless post I have ever wrote.
Don’t
admonish me if I am wrong somewhere. Don’t even tell. I am driving straight
up the wall now. I can’t think anything. It’s like I am trapped inside a giant stumbling
box with unfinished walls laid across in zigzag. Wherever I go, I just find
myself lost and exhausted. It’s so so tiring.
I
was never so good at writing still I used to put myself in the ordeal and
babble out something. But now travelling has made it even worse. Ugghh!!!
Travelling is an arduous affair. Now that I can understand how difficult it
must be for the Travelling writers to go to different places and maintain journals
and then convert them into fair copy.
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| What else can be expected from me now! :( |
Seriously
it has affected me a lot. Now I wander like aimlessly into places. It’s good.
It feels so heavenly to be in new places, stumble into new corners and invent
new turns as I also love travelling but what I am doing is not travelling
actually. It’s like uprooting yourself in total and to get your foot steady
somewhere else. Again stuffing everything into bag, off-time shopping has
increased the burden. The old luggages bags aren’t enough to get everything wrapped
even if unfold the expendable and you put all your stuffs in and sit on
it to zip the bag. The trolleys are so heavy that wheels start to scream in
protest. Then you remember that you forgot some of your belongings back in the
room. Sometimes time has been kind and sometimes it’s crucial. Getting into a
new habit is nothing before this.
Aaaahh!! What am I saying? Or rambling???
What useless stuffs I am filled with. What is the word they symbolize these
with? Fustrated Casting? May be! Sorry fellas! Sorry for meeting you
with such a useless and moral-deprived post. I am just so frustrated that even
a single verse seems so far now. Don’t know when I’ll get away from this. I
really hope it will be sooner.
