All through out it had been only you . You had been developing  all the characters you needed for story . Your mind was the canvas and your intense isolation had taken its toll . It's tough to stay away from the crowd , you might be the shy one , needing alone time to get yourself loaded up . You needed your own self , in its entirety to blossom into the chemical reactions going on . You thirsted for oxygen and when it brought you life , it sealed for you - your doom . The need for staying shut - cast that shadow on you that no one but time could take you out from .

You have your sunday to yourself . Throngs of people hustling around . Busy streets , booked restaurants . You still took your only off day , alone in your room soaking up Murakami and Michael faudet . Love and loss had done their circus tricks . Their bickering for each other could have brought you tumbling down but it is not that same time .

Red , green , blue - block by block , your bones , hair , grey cells have slowly stuck to each other . A Lego castle of your device . The rustling of autumn winds fails to put up the galloping rhythm in your chest . The breeze carrying the petals of Gul mohar scented with the texts of vernal embroideries , all lay in your chilekotha( attic) . You have now all the Liberty to let dust heap up on these letters . You haven't stopped your exuberations , you just found that there were none worth your little bit of freedom . Wings spread wide open , flapping past the prison bars of attachment .

You have now begun to save a little bit of time for yourself . Indulgences you could call . The strings had been cut loose and you had catapulted uncensored , uninhibited into a state of self realisation . Such is the intoxicating nature of the fresh air blowing on your face , the feel of dew drops on your toes that you would rather end up in a life of stargazing rather than a life of Shakespearean tragedies . People do need a break and some breaks don't need to end . Especially if it puts onto your palm a chance to forget the scaldings of devotion .

But how far are you the ideal person ? You will again break into the share of glittery powder . You didn't have the sky to set it twinkling . Long gone are days when the burning in your belly could set alight the gunpowder of all the day to day meanderings . You have a severe relapse . You desire human company again. But alienated , your nerves have all the right to let you down your own rabbit hole . WhatsApp is ready . They are online but what would you type ?