Daddy, this is a letter to u…. a letter especially addressed to u… a letter, I guess, u’ll never get a chance to read.
Why should people feel bad when I prosper , no not prosper indeed, just happy. When I just feel happy. I don’t know how it started, WHEN AND MOST IMPORTANTLY WHY? WHY? WHY?
I thought its immaturity when I faced it in high school. It was my proud thought that I was more superior, clear and mature than my class people. This, this bloody hell has been haunting me eversince and it seems to be never ending. Why should I be the victim of all the millions….
May be my suffering wasn’t enough. All those days I wept till I slept, till my nerves ached, till my body weakened to catch a fever….. may be all the suffering has got masked with my silly intuition saying that I’m above all this chaos. May be my belief that my hand picked friends and my dear family would shield me from this hopeless world has atlast proved to be a mere fantasy.
Now I’m happy to state that’s even my mom feels bad to see me happy. May be I’m destined to be miserable and denying it is making all the ripples.
Is that true daddy? Am I brought into this world to be miserable for a lifetime?? Is that the real meaning of my insignificant existence?
