Teens to Toons

Something in me cries for freedom. It rejects everything that reeks of stagnation. It crawls out of relationships, friendships, nearly everything. Makes me forget pain, anger, suffering and my past and spurs me to just keep on taking one step after another. I love this half of mine. I adore it for all the places it has taken me to and all the sights it has shown me. It is what makes me intense, passionate, insightful, philosophical and cultured. On the other hand, there is this other side of me that loves stability. Loves to be loved and is vulnerable to sentiments too. Whereever it finds a warm enclave, it runs to it, makes some space for itself, and give it a moment and it'll be nicely ensconsed in the surrounding warmth grinning from ear to ear. It succumbs. This part of me is responsible for my immense social circle. It is what makes me gregarious. It is what you talk to when you converse with me and enjoy it. All my wisecracks are his and all the witty responses I pour forth d...

As I sit here in the night, thinking of all that has passed before me, I think of all the missed chances and the mistakes I had made. I took a long walk tonight thinking of all the lovely moments and I could think of the great romances and wonderful deeds I often thought of committing to, but alas they all escaped me. Naah, nostalgia is a disease and it afflicts me tonight. I think of my parents and sis with the greatest affection I am capable of and the wonderful upbringing I have gotten, with the right values, the right attitude, the right sense and sensibilities. They have taught me to follow the right path and I have erred and the thing that makes me happy is that I know that I have erred. That’s important, I believe. I also think of wonderful friends I have been endowed with. True to core and utterly reliable, they have made me a better person than I really am. For the past nine or so years, they have borne me with patience and took my best and worst sides in their strides. The pr...