Reverberation
There was a time when I was a prolific writer. I used to post atleast four write ups in a month because I had a target to reach. But soon after I reached the target, things started changing in and around me. Life kept me busy. In the process I lost so many things. On 5th of September '20, I lost my grandfather whom I dearly addressed as ' dada'. It shook my world. I am in the process of healing. Damn! It is so painful. Now it is just my mother and me in the family. A whole set of new responsibilites have come on my shoulders. Testing times indeed. But it has never been otherwise. I always had one challenge or the other to cope with. It has always added up to the adventurous spirit in my life. It has done me more. It has weathered me in ways I can't possibly express. There is a subdued longingness for positive people and situations. There is a hanging gray cloud which I can feel but can't show to anyone. What is more strange is the way I always manage to smile despi...