Short boya

Hey.

 Sorry guys it's been two months since I last wrote.

Is it too late to say sorry?

Well anyway, I know you guys don't hate me that much or do you though?

Hmm but it's okay, isn't it? Everyone has some up and downs in their life and the graph of my life has many of them.

Giving you all a summary of my two months would be too much. Honestly, the end of the previous year was on a neutral note. But one of the best things which happened during December was that I went on my first date and it was cute.

And we are in a relationship right now.

A huge bomb drop on you guys huh.

I also applied to many societies in December but got selected for only one. 

I got into the dramatics society of my college. Yes, I am in Anubhuti now. 

And I think this is the best autocratic society in my college. Even after all rules and regulations. I am grateful to this society for accepting me. Be it physical exercises or vocal exercises they never fail to exhaust me. But I am learning so many things that it covers that exhaustion.

So let's talk about the new year I went on a trip to Kasauli with my friends and had to walk for 11 km from 2 am to 7 am. Because we failed to manage a means of transport from Dharampur to Kasauli. Well, the trip was so fucking tiring but I enjoyed every bit of it.

Then it was my birthday. It went well and was expensive. Then the days started getting darker and brighter at the same time. The things which I was now facing were something I have never experienced. They made me feel sad, happy, hurt but most of all loved. My only friend circle is also experiencing drifts. Most of these days either start with me crying or me being excited about the smallest of things. But one thing I will never regret about all these events is that I got a new person in my life who cares about me.

Me who is a self-centric and narcissistic person.

Me who is a misanthrope.

I got someone in my life to adore, compliment, take care of, protect, and love.

And it is not always happy moments but I love everything about it.

Yesterday I wrote a short poem that goes like this.

There was a world full of tall people.

in that world, there was a short boy.

Feeble boy

With small arms 

and small legs.

He wanted to be like them

the tall people.

So he thought that he was a tall boy

and he became one of them.

And he went around acting like them. 

He said things like

I am tall

I am big

I am strong.

But the reality was different.

People couldn't accept him.

They neglected him.

They made him feel miserable.

When the boy faced the real image of the society

his hands became small,

he became weak,

and he became small again.

He lost himself.

He fell to his misery.

Being someone else was not his cup of tea.

He understood that this world was not for him.

But he didn't want to fade away. 

He went on a journey.

Faced all odds.

And found a village of small people.

Who loved him.

Who accepted him.

Who made him feel alive again.

The boy found his home at last. 

I think this poem is so amateur but who cares. I am working on my creative skills. So this post is not extended any further as I have to watch anime now.

Bye, guys.