Some stories break me!

Girlish on the next table … pretty insane for me. Well that again many sound something weird about me. But it is true then, because am certainly getting used to the design of not accommodating many new things on a much desperate manner. Well, and then I have to listen to her and give cracks to my head. Typically girlish on the lane, I am not happy to entertain myself with those choices, but it again can’t be helped as girls do show girlish manners! I am regularly being taunted with such gimmicks that make me feel so captured with the pulsating drifts that I get jingled with the worst. With no impure intention I do keep on imbibing impurities of some unhealthy notion on my own self and sometimes with the near about individuals.

Well the previous paragraph must have given you the hint of something really disturbing for me. By now you must have learnt how impossible it strikes to be when you are being flamed with something absolutely stressful for you and adding on that you are enquired for stupid questions. At times am evaluated as a victim who comes alive from some real time irritating souls. It is again a jilt on its own, which I have tried lot many times to get habituated with. I don’t confront such ailing trauma with boys ever but with girls and women it can be recorded as the highest of the percentage. For me it has been a consecutive year where I have been literally called upon to lend ears for miser of many.

Well, it is grief, sad tunes and disturbing on the same for me altogether. But more than that, I at times think about them- what makes them so complaining about so many areas? Is it the cultivating stroke that keeps them so attached to their own visualized world and not just being in a position to try for something healing? Why are they so poised with mannerisms of poising to their own mantle and digging exercises out of that? What kind of satisfaction do they derive by making themselves think upon the same focus of life and thereby ending up spoiling the environment concealing them?

Sometimes, it is being with my parents, next my roomie and then again friends staying far of place hanging you upon phone calls and describing the same. Both the real and virtual life seems to come to a standstill and then again no point of making conclusions on the same. It is always the same and tends to be operating at the similar ground for all. They don’t even lend you the choice of at least making you feel happy for your own space rather they can keep you posted on the heir fb wall posts, updates and what not. Well after the nine and a half hours of literally poisoning your eyes and mind with the systematized system, it is truly a sense of hell! Stories that they feel should break them, is a game of breaking point for me altogether!!!