Hard times of melancholy...

I don't know. Life had been hard. No friends, no family and some people, have ruined me, or perhaps, ruined my time here. It's been tough; especially, when the people, of whom, you thought, loved you, betrayed you in the end.

Now, I can't take their names here; I don't want to be rude. But, I have always loved them; these people were my own. Well, I loved them so much, that I thought I could do anything for them... ANYTHING!

In the beginning, they were so nice to me, but now, I don't know, they feel me as a burden and most probably, an intrusion into their fun filled life. They have blocked me, out of their lives. 

I have tried, I have cried, I don't know what wrong I did to them. 

But then, I realized, that maybe, they were not interested in me, from the beginning. 

It is with great pain and sorrow, that I decided not to disturb them anymore. Perhaps, too much of affection is just not good and that they are not worth it! 

But, I have to admit, that the mistake was on my behalf. They never meant their love, but I did. And I regret for that everyday. 

Some people, see a beautiful flower. They pluck it and keep it with them, feel its essence and enjoy the magical mist of its fragrance as it spreads; not only to them, but to other people as well. Once the flower withers, some people either throw it away or they keep it with them in the memory of the fragrance, that it gave them. 

The truth is, I won't blame them. They have given me happiness, when I least expected. They have liked me, even though they didn't love me. I understand their restrictions.

But alas, I believe, that I was thrown away, by the very people I loved. 

Then comes the part where I couldn't make much friends. The people here were so good, that they wouldn't even talk to me properly. I tried to be kick-ass, and swag so that I could be a part of the people in my class; so that, I could be a part of their gang. 

To be honest, I was extremely bad at it. By bad I mean BAD. That was the time when I read, Stephen Chbosky's novel - "The perks of being a wallflower".

And what I read fascinated me; as I filtered Charlie's (the protagonist) character to myself. That is when, I realized, that, the best part about me, is to be myself. 
As a matter of fact, that is when I realized, I was a "Wallflower" myself. 

I see things, I keep quiet about them, and I understand.

But, I'm thankful, that I could make at least, two good friends. They are good at heart and I really respect them for that. Thank you, Athif and Harsh. 

Studies have been going good, taking most of my time here. Perhaps, that was the only good diversion I had. 

Now, i'm going back, leaving behind memories and my two good friends. All I take back with me is the lesson, I learnt now. If I see someone else in my position, I hope I could help them.

I'm leaving this place, but the sad part is that, I will have no one to miss me, no one to bid me goodbye, no one to cry. 

Heck, this is life!

Whoever is reading this post, be with me, pray for me...

This is not the end..  Thank you ... :)