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Somewhere towards End

It's been while since I had posted something. The reason for which is partly unknown and mostly because of the laziness that defines me.There are a lot of people  who really cares about me and a lot more idiots who can give the impression of caring .words can be hurting even when the latter people says it I don't know how, but somehow I am better at finding those idiots. To create the cliche of traditional literature let me say the same in a classical monotonous way. "I have always thought that there are three kinds of people, the people who cares about you, the people who doesn't and finally the third kind, the ones who can make the impression that they cares for  you without actually giving a shit about you. Then I met an another kind, the people whom you can't tell which group they actually fits into. Today I would like to write about one such friend. I don't even know what kind of friendship I have with her. When I point out my arguments one by on

Just a beginning

The Beginning I don't know where to begin or what to write but it was deep within me for quite a long time now. I want to unburden me.The heaviness of my thoughts is growing day by day, along with it the unending chain of frustration. The frustration starts from a time, when I had great trouble starting a conversation with a girl.And you might probably know what happens next when this feeling is combined with emotions of puberty. Or maybe in short you can call it either the shyness or the cowardice.But the end result is the same, whatever you call me.Well I am long past those times, still I don't know why I am bringing you back to those lovely period of my life. I am telling you where my finger tips are taking you. The frustration occurs when you are not able to do what your mind asks you to do,or when you are not able to perform to a level that you aspires to be.Well in my case both are true. I am not doing what my mind is telling me ,or performing well in any aspect