It's difficult to ignore absence at times. Or even indifference. You seem familiar until one fine evening, and the twilight brings you to the strange feeling of weirdness. "Do you even know any of it? Did you ever?" you tend to question at the blankness only to be echoed with the same words. It's the same time of the day, but with a different shade of colors unknown to you. Many a times, it felt as if I had already been introduced to this weirdness of a feeling. Of course, by different faces and minds. Then another set of questions traffics your mind: "What could possibly have gone wrong? Or is it right this way? Then why can't I feel so?" I definitely can't get the answers from the curious minds sitting in front of me right now, drowning in their question booklets. But I don't want to lose hope. So I am expecting some sort of responses from the emptiness in between them. The spaces are being sympathetic towards my helplessness. But I don't...
Scattered pieces of myriad emotions, some known and most unknown