Indelible Musings

Hi All,  This is my first attempt at writing for #AtoZChallenge. I had been procrastinating for long, so I thought of getting back to blogging with this challenge. While the challenge says we aren't supposed to write on Sundays, I end up writing today just because I missed writing on the first day itself.  So, the first post of the blog is dedicated to the letter A. Now, there could have been many words with this letter however, since I have tried to keep a theme for the entire challenge; I chose the word Anxiety.  We all know the dictionary meaning of anxiety and hence, there is no need for me to tell you again what this feeling is. Wondering why I chose this word? That's because I have been feeling so off late. I can say that anxiety is the other name you can attribute for me. No, I am not being judgemental about my behaviour. But this is what I have been feeling since I can think of.  We all are sailing in the same boat... I am sure I am not the on...

Image source: http://blessedliez.deviantart.com/art/Thoughts-Become-Things-376571416 If “thoughts” indeed became “things”; I would be dead by now. Startled with what I just wrote? Don’t be. This “thought” about “death” has been coming to me since I don’t know when. It reached a step further only now. People would categorize the problem that I am suffering from as “depression”, “loneliness”, and so on and so forth. But can you possibly be a “loner” even in a “crowd”? Can you be “depressed” even after you have poured your heart out to a friend/best friend/first friend/boyfriend/mom/dad? I suppose the answer cannot be a straight yes or no. It is a mix of both. So, what has driven me to the extent that I am “thinking” about “death”? I guess I have this crazy fascination of thinking about how my life would be when I will be lying on the funeral pyre. Will the people, who had been around me for all those years, shed a drop or two of tears as I lay there ready to be burnt? Or wi...