If the walls could Speak
.Emptiness That day I was looking at a Photograph of my Home, Home– I usually do not use the term because of few simple reasons, like other young adults, I too have An uncustomised and Unpolished sense of Freedom, which is yet to be edited. Though, this sense was seeded in me and grew stronger even before I started to understand things properly. This sense has been with me since the time, when I used to blame my surrounding for the bad side I have, for all the failures I've been through till my understanding. Neither I'm matured enough to understand everything nor have I seen so many things that I do not need your advice to grow in life, I'm just a mere creation of my biological parents, also the God's, and who's currently under metamorphosis of a normal human being, trying to end the riot between her powers to get Attached and to get detached, effortlessly, and to feel beyond. At the starting, the Photograph of my home that I mentioned is nothing bu...