A girl in the black scarf.......[1]

I had my life slipping off my fingers since past year.....i knew it had to stop....my lone battle had to come to an end and i knew that someone will take a side...stand beside me and agree to what i say.When you cry, afraid of looking at mirrors people know you have two ways out of it. Either you are lying or you are ill. I knew the answer. Life doesn't seem simple for a phobic..colors of the life just vanishes like the lone girl who vanishes from the street.

By the end of every day i try to see who i am, what am i supposed to be...but my life doesn't break and meet at the right points. For a normal person life is further more easy and you can have loads of fun chilling out with your friends.....but my only friend was my black scarf....i used to talk to it like it's alive listening everything.....it's presence made a difference in my life. The way it moved...oh!!!used to look like nodding in approval. i smiled back at it...and you won't believe, you would think i am sick but i could see it smiling at me...When i say all i feel about a day.....probably complaining how mean the world is, it speaks to me like he has seen the world with his eyes...i rather sit leaning back on the wall and stare at the scarf and sometimes it turns so interesting that all i see is my scarf......and the rest of the world turns black...i call him a pride stricken scarf as it explains the way he see's everything. And i enviously say him that he acts way too smart and talks beyond his age...He doesn't like such crude comments...When i speak to him it's just me who knows what is the reason why i am speaking....I don't like it when somebody proves me wrong and scarf tells me only those things i wanted to listen..So our friendship grew stronger as he agreed to my fears. As everyday i walked through the snow and counted the footsteps as it was marked on the snow and looking up at the flakes dropping....i saw him walking towards me....I knew only people like me walk like retards in the snow so early in the morning. He smiled at me passing by and said nothing..He was too quick to smile back so i walked without stopping...A sudden wind struck me and i was standing speechless..questions bounced inside my head like boomerang sticks....i turned around and......HE WAS GONE!!!

atempts....

As this is my first blog,i would basically like talking about myself. introductory part starts from my hobbies. which is reading and writing. reading made me an better writer and my unique but funny ideas are worth a display. that gave me an idea of blogging. after this is been post i will start blogging on the actual things based on mine and thousands of daily life. hope my first atttemp breaks and joins at right places.....