Autocorrect

Waking up to the sun teasing me through my always-open window. Another day. Haven't slept good in the past few days. Owe it to Khaled Hosseini  or Ilayaraja or the head ache sprinting just above my eye through my head to my neck. The head ache loses its battle in paining me to my thoughts fighting. What I was and what I am. Thanks to daily routines and an occupied so called independent life I've always been able to put my thoughts behind the line. But today they are running ahead of me. Its not even a race its like mad-running. All zig-zags and falls and am unable to interpret even one. As I look at the blinking cursor looking for words, I see a different me.

I no longer care when people tell me their problems nor I am the secret keeper any more. I no longer watch Katherine Heigl movies nor get fascinated by Iron man. I'm not worrying myself over an El Clásico nor waking up at midnights to watch them play. I dont care about matching colors like I used to nor do I reply with sarcasm anymore. I dont laugh with that annoying sound any more nor do I try to please people and make them happy. I no longer get excited about my horoscopes and I still cant get over my fear of dogs. I wish life had an auto correct option. Like bang your head on the wall and be like " hey you're losing it" when I am choosing to lose a part of me that I adore. May be I'd leave the decision of typing "love" or "like" to it so I dont have to brood over it the entire day. Maybe freedom is not such a lovely thing. *autocorrect* "you're blabbering. shut up ".