Life.

An open letter to my friend in despair I apologize for not noticing the look of gloom and sadness on your face when you walked in. I apologize for not putting in the extra efforts to decipher the reason behind your hesitation. I apologize for insisting that you join in on the convo when all you wanted was to be alone. I apologize for believing you when you said you weren't crying and it was just eye irritation. I apologize for calling you a sissy when you said you were scared of opening up. I apologize that I got offended when you said those words to me but in actual you were hurting like hell. I apologize that I didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself.  I apologize for not being there for you in your darkest times. I am sorry. Only if I could undo the past. I really, really love you. Always remember that.

The sense of belonging is what we all crave for at some point in our lives and while most of us find it at some place or the other, some of us really have a hard time realising the fact that not everyone belongs. Some of us are just scattered like those few rose petals that somehow fall off the flower and while it still is a rose petal, it no longer belongs to that rose. Neither does it belong to the ground on which it fell. It is just there, on it’s own.  Some of us don’t feel like we belong to the home we were born, to the family we have and neither do we feel like we belong with the rest of the world. We spend most of our lives trying to fit in and feel what it feels like to belong somewhere and yet when we return back to our apartments at night and retrieve back into our shells, we feel this hollow feeling in our chest, this weird feeling of not knowing what to call ours and which place to call home.  I hope someday we wake up and realise that we are our home. We were supp...