Remember the time when you thought i was angry?
It was a cloudy day and it was raining cats and dogs. But I found a window to escape from the prison people commonly call "Home". I took 339 Katraj bus from Santnagar bus stop. Put a 70 bucks day pass behind the cover of my mobile. Sat on the last corner window seat. Plugged in my headphones and a playlist played with "Kabira". It was obnoxiously dark and drizzling. I had a strong cup of coffee just like I love it. The bus moved slowly through the chaos created in this wet weather. And the lyrics played "Kaisee teri khudgarzee, Na dhoop chune na chhaaon". It nudged a pinch of sadness into my mind, which then poured a cup full of unexpressed feelings and a bowl of emptiness and anxiety. The same old record of thoughts kept playing in my mind. Depression struck me repeatedly like the plague. I became full of emotions which I had no idea how to deal with. I was struggling with all the sentiments coming out like a fountain. With the melancholic