Alone

I am going through the murky road at night. There is no one around. Only the dim lighted street lights, me and my shadow. With a bag full of books. Books? Or the load of pressure? I never wanted to be a huge ranked officer or whatever. I wanted to be a writer. I never thought that this education will ruin my life. Now, I see that my life has been completely a hell. The late night tuitions and talking with my shadow everyday.

Ahh! If you can imagine my life. Whenever I try to think something, I feel helpless. I feel certainly blank. I have stopped painting and reading story books and laughing even without any reason. Now, I really get it hard to smile from heart.

Friends? Are they really friends? I never feel the attraction to talk to them. I can still remember if I had any good news, I first shared it with all my friends. And now? I feel hard to express it to anyone.

My marks are not expected. It is going down with time. Everything is my fault. What the hell is wrong with this Indian education system?

I have no rights to think freely. Always I have to go with the formal studies. No one wants my opinion. No one thinks about me. I always roamed the whole world in my mind. I try to express those through my writings. Maybe I am not successful but at least I want. I have a desire to write.

I don't care for the society, or social status anymore. But everything I am doing only for my parents. I am not well, but I don't have the courage to meet their eyes. They are having great financial problems for raising me.

I am still walking through the road without any destination. Perhaps to the way to a new life. It's still uncertain.