Contemplation

I carry on complete conversations with people in my imagination. It scares me to think what this could lead to. Is this the road to Agra or Ranchi?

Empty nest or just an excuse to be sad?

I don't even know what I feel any more. There are so many layers of feeling and/or self-censoring and I no longer know which is a valid feeling and which is just an educated, considered response to the situation masquerading like an actual feeling.
Bas ek chup see lagi hai...nahi udas nahi.