Have you ever had the experience of standing on the balcony and gazing at the distant stars which slowly takes your thoughts into the previous pages of life and sometimes squeezes out incoherent jumble of thoughts? I am sure nobody had experienced that. But for me, I would say yes for sure because I have experienced it.
Here is what I experienced and I like to feel that way whenever I am feeling low. Here it goes, one evening I took a nap for a while. By the time I got up, I was not feeling well. I questioned myself, Are you feeling well? The definite answer was yes I was. Again I asked are you drowsy? That was also not true. I myself tried to figure out what was that something which kept me disturbed at heart. I could not find out the reason for my uneasy feeling. So the best solution was to console myself. I got out of my bed and ambled towards the balcony with my head stooped. It was already dark outside. So I placed a chair and seated on that. I took a long breath and sighed away. My skinny hand was holding on the cool metal railing of the balcony. The distant stars and lonely streets were slowly drowning my thoughts in it. The crystal tear of my eyes started blurring my vision of the far away streets and evoked the feeling of loneliness in me. Automatically my best song stuck at the tip of my tongue. Without my notice the song was sang in low tone, in a kind of murmur. I struggled to fight back my tears but it burst with no control. The fresh night breeze has blown my dark brown hair with its rhythm and kissed my cheeks and dried out my tears.
Actually I don’t have any specific reason to feel blue but sometimes it happens. May be it is because I am getting homesick or maybe I am missing my parents or it could be that I must be missing someone special. It was just my experience. I am pretty sure that it may not happen for the person with strong heart unlike me. I am timid and with fragile heart rooted in me.
The next day I talked with my only brother over the phone. I shared it with him, and I sowed the seed of worries in his heart. He insisted me to let him know the reason, but I failed to answer for that as I myself was not sure about the reason. Doesn’t it sound weird? But it was the fact that I experienced. I even got a call from my sweetheart, and my brother shared it with him and this also makes the cause of worry for him as well. Indeed it was just because of my timid heart, which was the victim of all emotions.