I’m still an introvert and same little girl who still encounter those dark moods now and then. I haven’t changed in the least and yet I’m a grown up girl. What a confusing mess I am. I still cannot say what bothers me. Even today when I’m upset over something I have no cheek to say that I am hurt. I expected this and something else happened so I am hurt. At times I feel I want too much of everything as if reaching for something beyond always and at the end of the day I am left with nothing at all.
Khali hath shaam aayi thi
Khali haath jayegi
Empty Hands came dusk
Empty Hands will it go
I dread myself so much so that I don't want to be left all alone when my temper flairs...