You know, its one of those times...
What do people collect for a hobby? Rocks, stamps, coins, centipedes? I collect mails in my yahoo inbox.
I just sat down today and went down memory lane, through 2045 e-mail messages, seven years worth. I replied to about forty, for the second time in five to seven years.
There were people who owed me cash, there were people whom I hated through the core of my being, there were people whom I owed my life to, there were people who I knew I could never talk to again.
The thought, somehow, makes me truly melancholy. Why had I waited to rewrite to them for so long? After all, they are people who I have known through that growing up phase called life...
It’s plain amazing, but of the forty that I mailed, just three bounced. And that leaves me with only thirty seven reasons to be anxious.
Tomorrow, for me, is NOT just another day. It is for me, the delicious wait for the unknown.
Would my mail ring a bell? Would the ringing prompt them into action? Would they be joyous at hearing from me? Would they spite me for the troubles I took? Would anyone remember? Would anyone care?
A few years a go, when I still lived in a world where lies didn’t exist, I would have felt an optimist. But now, in an age where emotions are considered a weakness, I truly don’t know anymore...
What do people collect for a hobby? Rocks, stamps, coins, centipedes? I collect mails in my yahoo inbox.
I just sat down today and went down memory lane, through 2045 e-mail messages, seven years worth. I replied to about forty, for the second time in five to seven years.
There were people who owed me cash, there were people whom I hated through the core of my being, there were people whom I owed my life to, there were people who I knew I could never talk to again.
The thought, somehow, makes me truly melancholy. Why had I waited to rewrite to them for so long? After all, they are people who I have known through that growing up phase called life...
It’s plain amazing, but of the forty that I mailed, just three bounced. And that leaves me with only thirty seven reasons to be anxious.
Tomorrow, for me, is NOT just another day. It is for me, the delicious wait for the unknown.
Would my mail ring a bell? Would the ringing prompt them into action? Would they be joyous at hearing from me? Would they spite me for the troubles I took? Would anyone remember? Would anyone care?
A few years a go, when I still lived in a world where lies didn’t exist, I would have felt an optimist. But now, in an age where emotions are considered a weakness, I truly don’t know anymore...
3 comments:
U no mail me, just send msg from my blog ... Katti!
I think you should do the same with your gmail inbox, fir mera number aayega :D
GBU
Arti
hey yeah i haven't gotten any email from you in a while buddy. anyway taking heart from you i also emailed a friend who i haven't heard from in a while... let's see what happens. any responses on your end?
so what's the count now? :-)
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