Just Like A Story 2

      

 When a busy day stands at its regular tedious climax, the dancing lights of the drowning sun fade. The murmuring wind knocks at my favourite window. It calls me again and again mercilessly to wake up, to feel the hollowness that is being built slowly inside. How brutal it is! Agonizing!! Why do we long for friendship? Many a times it is one of the darkest curse for mankind, just like love. A purple poison! In almost every evening the windchime at my door reminds me of a bottle of wine that you were suppossed to buy me. May be you have already forgotten, or may be not. May be it gives you immense pain to face me everyday, or may be not. You make a fake smile. I do make a fake face. We all do make some fake things. After all these hours of great turmoil, we try to console our damaged souls by saying the greatest lie. Life is beautiful!