"Solitude"

Who said its good good and good all the times....

He had had comparitively happier times as compared to that of his pals, who were struggling to get settled with job offers and who were still searching for one. He was happy to be at a place where he wanted to be. And on a bonus, was pushed by the colleagues for the bigger and better things life could offer. But good times too ask for companion. With whom you laugh with, with whom to giggle with. And now with whom could he share all the big things he had done and if he din't do anything big than still he wanted to share all that small stuff. But it was all solitute in that single beautifully located room.

Two cellphones a laptop and so many other gadgets. However sophesticated they get, they never feel human.... Last night he felt so isolated despite being connected to the world that he popped up 5 choclates. 1 Munch, 1 kitkat, 2 Bar ones and one dairy milk. Choclates did killed isolation and loneliness. But all the physically tiring excercise he did for one weak was dissolved in cocoa and caramel of the choclates. Choclates accumulated back all the calories he burned while jogging hard. He had his sumptious heavy Punjabi dinner and slept like mad. And the mad kept sleeping till early morning, unaware of tens of phone calls which came from unexpected lot too. As if everything was planned to be so wrong. All waited to call me when Sleep was hugging me hardest, the way it never did in last one month atleast.

The madness is gone now, he is again feeling happy, the sunshine and the bright day is back. He is gearing up and prepairing to go for a jog. It will be a punishing regime of excercise for he had taken poisonous choclates last night and all that had to be burned by jogging an extra mile and skipping double.

May the good times flourish for everyone and all be far from haunting solitude. Amen

and the Good times will will go on>>>>>>
Fuck tough times