Episode 199 : Singing for the lonely

'You are incoherent on your blog these days' she said.

I pleaded guilty. Something is missing and I know not what it is. So many thoughts running amok in my head, so much work and so little time...

In the morning, I chanced upon an entry. And like every other time I thought to myself, 'Damn! How does he say it each time just like it is?'

'And the first prize for the fancy-dress competition goes to.... Edward Hyde as Charlie Chaplin!'

The minute-long charade was self-scripted the previous day after a trial demo in the classroom left everybody in splits. That was the first time I received a prize, any prize.

The next ones took 6 years, where the actual competitors were my inner demons and not the guys across the arena. It helped, but it was not enough. Sometimes I wonder if the decisions I made then, the things I did to be a 'better self'- were they any good?

Singing for the lonely
You're not the only ones who feel this
So scared of what we're doing
All the time