Where do you draw

the strength from...what makes you think sane, live sane, be sane, what makes you tolerate life's little and big unfairness. Is it a "happy place", a person, a kid, a hot cuppa tea, music, paintings, a familiar stranger, a voice across the oceans, a pet, a movie...something kuch bhi....or does it evolve as we go, as we grow, as we move in different compartments of life. 


For the longest time i've known, it has been my baba, my dad for me, for him i've tried to let my life seem livable for me, for him i'd make my life work, since he's gone, i'm dwindling, since he's gone, i'm so darn lost. 


For a brief moment, it seemed like i was not so lost, but then in my heart i'm....in my heart i'll never reveal, in my heart i'm a stranger to myself who'll let peek once in a blue moon...the rest is just one long night where stars shine bright like distant pebbles in water under sun. 


Listening to the droll humm of the dishwasher....


aaj kuch gana nahi merey play list mein...