Locked up!

Dear friend,

My throat- etching for the taste of lukewarm water, or at least just water- drinkable, potable, any kind. My head- searching and searching through the pile of scattered files, down the memory lane, looking out for that one thought that has not been visited, that one hope of saving me from boredom- boredom of imagining the same scenario again and again and again. And my all too slender body- longing for an amiable outfit, a treat to my eyes when I look at myself in the mirror- well ‘if’ I ever look...... And lastly, my hair- itching for that new updo, that new hairstyle saved up in my bookmarks bar, never to be viewed again.

Why am I telling you this? Because I have locked up inside myself, that one lasting wish. That wish which can easily replace almost all of the pitiable and comparably insignificant list of wishes. Oh how I long to see the world the way it was- calm, peaceful and beautiful- save for the constant wars that our countries are under! Oh how I long to get out of my house or rather have a small peep of the outside world while I....I convulse and convince myself not to loose hope. I make up a thousand conspiracy theories on the possibility of how the world will end. And all of this- these hours I spend looking at the ceiling - brings me to one and only one possibility on the dillema of the world ending- “The End of Humanity.” Now you must be laughing at the silliness of my words. Well its true- the end of our humanity means the end of the world! And that, my dear, may come way too soon. Until then, let’s say, I am stuck down here...my throat etching for lukewarm water, my heart thumping for that one possibility and my hands praying for its end!

Until then, my friend, goodbye. Hope to meet you very soon enough.

Goodbye.

Yours truly