Blahsphemy

How much will you pay for it? I have never sold it. I always thought it was a very personal thing. Something that can never have a monetary value. But, you have changed all that. How can you put a value to something like this? Especially when you are the main source of it?

I always thought you were my friend. You used to keep me rooted to the ground. I stuck by you even when you used to drag things down. I never complained when my favourite bottle broke. I didn't protest when you toppled me from my bike. It didn't hurt when you made my daughter tumble. I wasn't cross when you uprooted the tree during the last rain. But I will never forgive you for not letting me fly.  

Anyone can quit. Anyone can make mistakes. Anyone can write this. Anyone can beat you. Anyone can make more money than you. Anyone can have a better wife. Anyone can have a better life. Anyone can... will someone please show me this anyone?

"As usual" I started with the same old cliched words. Why reinvent the wheel, even if it's a cliche?

"Write something. You haven't written anything for ages." "Ages? It's been only 21 days to be precise. Ages will be longer. Much longer than 21 days." "There you go again. I just asked you to write. Not to figure out how long ages will be." "Ok let me think. I can't just write about anything." "It better be good."

It was time something happened. For long, things were just as they are. The same sun, the same nights, the same faces. Then one day it all changed. Monotony was overthrown by Chaos. Now everyone hails Chaos. Long live uncertainty. Long live Chaos.