I sometimes wish my dreams were like Qutab Minar standing upright for ages. How long does it take for things to topple over. My stupid childish dream of working in some place burst like a soap bubble. In fact faster than a soap bubble. I also don't like my new life. What's the reason. I am in love with someone else with a different sort of life so even though I might be getting best of the worlds now, it can hardly satisfy me.
Is it so hard to admit what I am? Why can't I face it?
I want to get out of this life in every way. I hate it...I hate it. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. Things are not going to work out.
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