LoveinthetimeofQuarantine

Six months in the second busiest city of the world, the thought never struck before.  Can one feel isolated in a town where every person toils for some more space.  A place that never sleeps, should have one soul awake with you for reaching out when you sink.  However progressive life would be, this feeling always remains the same for any woman who faces the loss of life. Pain doesn't decrease, it grows with time.  The void just keeps bloating and every wrong conversation pierces more than silence.   Mind keeps swirling in circles and in a loop that is hard to break and let yourself free.  How does one free from the negative thoughts? When to stop blaming oneself?  Is it the city to be blamed that has accepted with open arms? The person next to you who has been nothing less than a perfect companion?  Or just the fact that things happen for they are meant to?  Yet again with the slightest hope, move ahead and make peace,  In the seco...

A legendary tale, does it always have a happy ending. Perhaps never, for we always relate to pain more than happiness. The cord of pain is much more powerful than any other emotion.  Would two people having completely opposite scales of emotions live under a roof. I just started on the journey with one so too early to respond. But there are somethings that I can respond to, including an episode which probably shouldn't occur in a married woman's life.  Young couple, in thoughts forayed to walk together for a lifetime, stumbling with each others' emotions every passing day. Is either right or not, none can judge. Then why the fight? Does neither melt. Yes, he does. The hurting part, he is standing at the start of the tunnel where the end of the darkness is seldom visible.  And this time, it got a little too dark. Was he at fault? Did he not know which tunnel to tread on? He is a writer and this was his first expedition. The world's his maze and he knows all the right pat...