I'm sorry for the wait on the blogpost, I hope you don't mind a few more days. As you probably would have already guessed that this is not a regular post but a confession; me talking about some trivialities of my life. So, you are totally welcome to skip this. As I was speaking, there's not much. It's just that I can still hear their murmurs, those whispers and that's what still gives me chills down the spine. I don't really know what I am afraid of, why this fear keeps hanging on, growls when not nurtured and howls for attention every single night. Is it just me or am I really picking on the wrong notes. Am I really going crazy, really going berserk over my thoughts, so much so that it does not leave me now and I have to beg for mercy. Am I really real, what exactly am I, what I've become of, what I've grown into I don't really know, neither that I want to know; but you know sometimes, just sometimes or maybe th