talk to me..
They say “hope” is a good thing . Mother also told me that hope is everything , we all strive for better tomorrow , and only “hope” keeps us going .
I try to speak to people, but somehow words dont come out . The connect is lost between the thoughts and language . Sit for hours and days , and no one would talk . Some one i talked would say she talks the same shit , of love and her life, her sorrows and her condition . I never had the audacity to choose people. Couple of them who choose me, left me to suffer forever . Me being polite to welcome them , and they carrying a sword of self made thoughts and requirements to chop the innermost element in me.
The image I displayed on this blog are clicked by me. I somehow got convinced to photograph.
The yellow chair towards you is my chair, looking for one smile, one helping hand.
The other chair sits that way for years now.
i hope someday chairs would turn.