Wrong

"What's wrong with you?", people interrogated. By people, I mean my family and a few close friends. Who else would be interested in what we call a common person. Not the media for sure cause my  story would obviously not succeed in creating a tempting headline! Nor, the psychiatrist unless I decide to take an appointment and consult him/her.

A few months back, I knew what was wrong with me. I had this ability and capacity called self-awareness. Right now, I am not sure if I still possess it. With time, I lost all the answers and again with time I also quit asking questions. In the past I loved talking to myself. Today, myself and I share this peculiar awkwardness. Days or nights, dawn or dusk, life or death nothing makes a difference.

I am not happy. I am not sad. I am not angry. I am... Seriously, what's wrong with me? God! I don't know and I am in no hurry to find an answer either.

©songbriti

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