Just a passing thought

It seems that my writing habit is reaching extinction day by day… It has become like a flickering candle in a stormy night, which is striving had to keep its last breath alive. Well, what can be referred to as a storm then? I am not sure… Except for few passing grieves I am not unhappy!

I think the storm may be our day to existence, where we assume different roles in our personal and professional lives. At time I wonder why did I take so many responsibilities on me. I could have been a vagabond dancing to my own composed tune. But then again I wonder would I be a happy being a vagabond? After all no body cares for a vagabond! There would be no husband, no parents, no friends…. NO… How I shiver at this thought!

Hmmm… probably I am suffering a state of Nothingness. I can only see a huge road ahead. I am travelling through that road in a car whose key has suddenly vanished. Or is it that I have thrown the key to some dark pitfall? I don’t know!

I think I need a break….