May be this is the new Me!
Little bit mature, little bit old but still the same happy go lucky girl. The same person who will never shy away from telling the truth on your face. The same person you can read from the smiles and the shrinking muscles around my eyes.
Things are hopeless for many months. Misery fell on us like we all had committed a big sin. Like we all have been published. Our grief has been ignored by every human alive around the world. We all wept silently in the middle of the night without anyone to console us. We still do not know who is at fault and who brought all these misery to our lives. But we all have been living with a broken heart and some of us share our pains and we talk about depression and sometimes we laughed talking about our miseries.
Things have gone too far. We are like those unread poems ..hidden somewhere in the corner of the world, unknown to everyone and still suffering from an eternal battle we can never win.
Hello November, we have suffered enough. Hope you bring the hope and love to live again. What we need the most now is not the mercy but hope and the will to live and love this life again.
Hello November wake us up before we all are doomed forever!!
