Distrust. That's the first emotion that springs up when I meet new people. Yes, an introvert is someone, who has difficulty opening up, (I guess I entered the confessional mode too soon this time) but distrust comes naturally to this so-called blogger!
During my post-graduation, running away after lectures had nothing to do with a hectic social life, but just a basic need to have space outside a bustling classroom. It was partly to do with a certain concept called (excuse alliteration) 'opinion' on fellow classmates, and then about how much the course was taking its toll.
The manic hustle created a sort of panic in the mind, as if being in the wrong place at the wrong time was after all, a true concept! Ever since I left school, I never warmed up to the concept of 'right place, right time,' I thought (and, still do) it was for gamblers.
Juxtaposing the past and present, has unveiled some cracks. Undeniably, these have been left where they are.
In school, the last few years, were spent in good company, and in good humour!
College was good fun, as opportunies were present everywhere to relax the mind and indulge in some academic pursuits, as well as make hoardes of friends.
Do I feel the need to exorcise some of the lost opportunities which are now ensconced in a small word called regret? Ah, yes, the nail arrives.
Let sleeping mutts lie. This mutt ain't awake (for reality is always something else, something fleeting) when she's writing, but these are not lies either.
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