Destiny

I have never really believed in destiny as such. Destiny as in your-future-has-already-been-determined destiny. It has been my belief that only one can change one’s future. I hated the idea that events were pre-planned, a part of some larger scheme of things that humans are too small to perceive.

However, my conviction is beginning to waiver. I never knew that someone could have it so hard. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. As if it weren’t already bad enough. I remember having commented ‘Bole na, kichu joner kopale dukkho achhe’ (It is said that some people have misery written on their foreheads…a Bengali expression for destiny). It’s unfair. And I’m not at the receiving end. And yet I feel like crap. I don’t even know why I care so much. Well, maybe I’m just deluding myself.

Truth

Nothing much seems to make sense these days. I wish things were back to black and white. I hate all the grey.

Sines I wish I had a friend like you in real life.

Onnesha (provided you visit) how do you know me? (your blog seems to be stuck in time)

To all others whose blogs I have not visited. My apologies. It seems that life has just taken a bite out of me. I’m no longer whole.