What I m writing right now is a very unusual and uncomfortable feeling.
For the past five years, I was living a life of a cocoon.
By God’s grace I am a butterfly now and have decided to meet my loved ones.
As it was not possible to meet each one of them individually, I opted for an easy way out.
Joined a social networking site and find them all.
Was very happy to meet them, they too were glad.
Where were you? What were you doing? Were the only questions asked.
I replied all genuinely. However, the response was very amazing.
I understand that people are real busy in this city but then how does everyone appears online on that social networking site the whole day?
None gives a true picture of themselves.
May be they are not sure of their existence or may be because I have become a stranger to them.
But whatever the reason may be, this city appears to be more virtual than real.
Sometimes, I really wonder if these people really exist.
May be they all have turned into Ghost Writers. It’s very unreal, unbelievable and deceptive.
And all these days, I thought my dreams were weird.
Here, in this city, the reality appears to be weirder.
“Fact stranger than Fiction” is what I have seen in this city.