Confession Note!

                 
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 the whole god-damned time I've been feeling this. And these days it's quite worse, very hard to let it settle on it's own, it needs some kind of an inhibitor to dissolve. 

So, after a long, long time, today I presented myself a very old book from my childhood with a chilled glass of Cabernet that wandered me off to someplace far away. So, here it goes...