Its 17th feb.

And i am getting bored.I am alone at home.Dad and mom are not here as they have gone to attend my mom's brother marriage.Skipping meals having maggie all the time is my daily routine.Missing you mom a lot.I know it does not happen when you are here,but when you go away,i really miss you.

Today i am having off and i really do not have anything to do.No one to wake up ,and one to ask for food.
Life becomes boring when you do not have anyone to show your emotions.
When they left, for the next few minutes
I danced around like a monkey, switched the music on to its maximum volume. I enjoyed such little freedoms :)

Next day

Cleaned every nook and corner. Made our home dust-free.

Watched a horror-movie, which Mom would NOT have allowed me to watch. Well, that night I heard weird sounds which made me check every room and every closet to make sure no one was lurking there. I slept with a thunderous heartbeat.

Second day---

I was bored to death to cook for just myself. I cooked once in the morning, ate that in the afternoon and then again in the night. There was no-one to appreciate my cooking.

There was no cloth to pick-up from the sofa/bed/table/chair. No wet towels to dry. No 'remote' fights. No-one to peep into what I was reading.

Today----

I am feeling low despite good-books, clean home etc. Am I missing clothes lying around? small fights? Wet-towels? All these imperfections made my life worth living? And that is when I realized Being imperfect is just "perfect"!

Pondering over these series of incidents threw light on a few thoughts which criss-crossed my mind.

We may have been born to be together for life, but what we should not forget is that we were born ALONE separately. So, when the basic penchant for solitude is rewarded, happiness ensues. How long? That depends. For me it was 2-3 days.

They will be coming back on 19th.Waiting for them..missing them.
And i feel ..any good or bad emotion is only REAL when its is SHARED.When there is nobody to acknowledge your emotion and expression then that particular moment is not lived rather it just passes away with no significance.