मनपाटी

Where do I find myself? Into the frames, I look into the eyes of someone who has dreams; dreams that are my reality at this moment, and I despise that very reality. Into my thoughts I go, and my mind is no country for shallow fellows. Into my diaries I turn, and all I find are these very questions. I am exhausted. I see nowhere to go. Neither do I have any dreams that I could see through my current eyes a few years down the line. Perhaps there will come a day when I have my answers while writing my questions like these. Or at least, I hope so. I try listening to Arctic Monkeys time and again, trying to bring back my young self into me. I have zero clue why I like him; he didn’t have much life either. I try listening to BBC News on bed, as my younger self would do. I still enjoy the voices, though even they have shortened their programmes now. Not much remains for me to cherish. What wouldn’t I give to play that bamboo swing once more? I don’t even have that nothing to spend. I just hav...