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Glass house and the Nerdy Dreamer.

Stop thinking. Will you ever do that, given the fact that someone asked you to do it? You’d probably ‘think’, and then ask that person, ‘…and do what? And what do I get in return, if it’s an experiment? And why me? …’
If you belong here, I shall tell you my story.
Before that, are you one of those people, who get loved by others, and then are left to their own, only to know that they should wait for someone better in life, because they deserve better?
Each one of us, we, 6 billion people on this earth, has a story. One that talks about us. One that is unique in more than one way. 6 billion stories that is. But do we ever think about it. No, no one really cares. No one does. I have my own work, my problems, my people, my dreams, my nightmares…
Everyone has a story. I have one too. One that’s worth telling. One that’s worth listening.
I am a girl of no problems. I live in my own little world I prefer calling … ‘the world’. And by that you guessed it right, I hate to think, be it naming my own world. ( I shall think of some name by my next story! ) Though I have names for eveything I own.(well almost everything!) My first diary. My laptop. My ipod. My second diary. Oh! My pen name too!
‘Life is a dream. Live it like it no one can imagine it to be’. Some famous personality and I am sure of that, seconds this thought. My point is, I have a well-directed life when it comes to formal societal behavior, courtesy parents, friends (yes!), teachers, and so on. In a way, I was this total nerd who just would follow what she was told to act like or behave.
There is also this part of me who dreams, a lot. Building castles in the air is a phrase I developed in my past life, because I knew I’ll need it to describe me later. Fantasies rush through my blood every second.
In the middle of all this, someone just taught me how to love. To love someone whom you don’t know, someone you want to know, someone you never knew you want. I had my own glass house now. About the same time around, he disappeared. Leaving no traces of the last few days. Well, I am okay with that too, I just want me to be happy, if that means you’re not around. But God, I just pray you send something for me, which could teach me, again. I somehow lost my emotional intelligence in the process.
You will never be too far from my heart. A different me, just so same. My glass house.


Is that making any sense to you? At all ?

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