Loss. Something we've all death with, or, are dealing with. Of people, places, substance, memory, dream, hope, possibility.
Reeling from such a loss, or the possibility of it. My father had always tried optimism when watching cricket "last ball e kichhuo hote pare". Today I heard that he's optimistic as well, so is everyone I spoke with today. I as usual have very little hope about my medical situation. I hope I am just exaggerating this out of proportion and mine will be a story to tell next year. Header "Storm in Storm"! H, please.
God, this one time, prove me wrong about my worries and them right about their faith. Very very tired. Really.
No comments:
Post a Comment