A genial person by nature, and-one who takes life as it comes,as of now I find a marginal difference in myself.I get upset for no reason, get fidgety for nothing and yell at everyone for unknown trivia. Am I succumbing to mental fatigue? Am I a prey to physical discomfiture?Am I getting into any unforeseen entanglements? I know not .Today, I am a bundle of contradictions . I am a ball of emotions. I am a a strain of my original self.
I was a daring , solid individual. I used to put up a brave face at oddities. I faced every demeaning context with stoicism . I tread the path , which according to my conscience worked perfectly. To me , my parents, my in laws, were another set of humans, full of flaws and foibles, prejudice and conceit, partial and wreckless. I did not bother about their irrational expressions . I moved on with my determined schedule.
I was put to unnerving hardships, placed in uncermonious destinations, kept in unethical financial pressure and treated with uncanny wickedness. I overcame all these treatise by paying slight attention. I brushed aside these morbidities with fearless detemination , but at the same time wiped my moist eyes.My mind took control of my heart,and saw to it that at no cost , I gave way to feelings and outbursts. I proceeded in my path undeterred and undaunted.
I take a deep breath. My overwrought mind is in a terrible mess. My heart is heavy with compressed distress. My physic is dwindling in its efficiency.
This deficiency is the outcome of depression and desperation, deceit and derision , wretched infidelity and incorrigible mistrust, blind faith and maddening mockery. As my external is losing its active performance, the internal also gradually deteriorates in its presumption. The smitten body renders the mildly disturbed mind to a break point. Thus delivering a system easily susceptible to break downs, to defatigable dispositions, and vincible circumstances.
The radiance in me is getting dimmed. The refreshing spirit is set to wither. The ebullience is fading. The invigorating humour is lost. The setback is contagious . It is pushing me to irrelevance.