The Truth About Me-self

Hi all, Thought it's high time I returned where I belong. I've kept away from nearly everything for long and I guess, it has not done me good. Hm... Anyways, here I'm - back again in Blogosphere. I wonder how many of my friends remember me and how many I can catch up with. I started writing this as a short story but towards the end I realised that it has too much of a personal and biographical touch to it. So, instead of posting it in my creative writing blog, I thought it's best posted here. This pretty much tells you what kept me away from all of you. ********************************************* The bus rolled down to a halt at one of the many bends of the Ghats. The scene outside my window is one of those breath taking ones – the deep green slope that runs down into even greener plains, the distant blue trickle of a stream, the birds hovering a few feet below me, the myriad hues of the evening sky, the scattered clouds, the blushing orange sun standing half v...

It's an endless game, I suppose. When I had my first break-up, I was determined never to fall in love again. And then I meet this angel of a girl who was more than willing to be my lady love. We got along and it was all fine except that her family was dead against it. I had no clue as to why anyone would say such a big 'NO' to our relationship. We ignored the obstacles and went ahead. I don't know when but at some point in time, she started avoiding me. No. I'm sure it was not because she loved me any lesser. But she couldn't fight against all the odds at her home - the alienation, the frequent quarrels at home... and then her own anticipations about her career and future. I can see how trapped she must have felt. After all, she is a girl in this society and she has her LIMITS. The reason for her family's objection to our relationship was something that still quiz my senses. As if like a ridiculous fate, even before we got along, they had a very bad op...