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a very long day... truth

5: 00 pm

may be it is very dangerous to write down here but i am writing it here because i have nothing else to do! my laptop is down and i am really feeling like betrayed before i start writing i want to describe situation around me, its festival time, Holi is approaching, so college looks like a picnic spot, no work and no fun! ya! i know all fun should be there but it is not like that, it was the situation as it looks from outside now i am peeling off first layer to get a deeper sense of situation, now the situation can be like this Exams are over, may be its just mid term but exams are exams so we are relived now, its the situation a little deeper, now let's peel off another skin then its me and i recalled a phrase someone said " group creativity" i controlled myself that time but this time i can't so i want to laugh ha! ha! ha! i really can't think of something like that, okay! leave it for now.

sometimes i thought of a relationship, looking all around people are talking about relationship, but frankly speaking i do have some virtual relationship when i think about them i find that they are much more real then the people have all around. i have made a definition of it that is relationship is all about freedom. our thinking changes with time or has a great effect of surrounding

to be continued...

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