Just this and that...

Back to the feeling of being trapped in a cage, not my house, I have no restrains here, can move out at will. It is my soul, I feel my soul is trapped in my body. I am not comfortable in my skin. And this feeling isn't new, sometimes I almost try stretching the edges , maybe if I could shuffle myself a bit, jump up and down I would settle better into this covering.

I am not easy around people, most of the time all I want to do is stare at them, unknown to them and enjoy the gamut of emotions, expressions that run through them. Dont mis-understand me, am as good a talker as most women and I enjaaay talking, but, it so happens I rarely come across people I feel like talking to. I simply cant make small talk, when I do, I am embarrassed at myself. I am a misfit...I think I must be an alien ! or maybe am just nuts...(dont get out of your shell, and you shall remain a nut forever said some great man )

Today was just another routine day, except for the two hours power cut in the morning and another two hours in the evening, in case anybody was complaining. How nice to be roasted inch by inch. I quietly took a book and dropped off to sleep. Luckily these things dont bother me much unlike my daughter, whose face was like all hope's lost and doomsday has come. I thought of telling her of our visits to current- less kerala in our early childhood. Those days, absence of television, lights and fan was an adventure. Good sense prevailed and I did not bother her with the 125th rendition of the story. Poor thing slept off on the sofa staring at the fan wishing it to start moving.

I woke up with a fresh layer of tan...looking like a brown duck.

Quack! quack !