a letter to Dear Life !!

Dear Life ,

Hello !  how have you been ? Hope you are on track. 
Lately, I did not hear from you and hence thought to write a letter asking your whereabouts.

I have been really busy with some of the adulterated version of yours, which got camouflaged well enough to make us lose the sight of real you.  It came in varying colors. Sometimes it was success disguised as happiness, tears as sorrows. Sometimes socializing looked like friendship, while being alone treated as a curse. Being hard was sadly treated as being tough and being emotional – a weakness.  To earn was just about money, richness was only financial. Being lively is only in pictures and fake smiles frequent than the genuine ones. Many asked ‘how I am’ but rarely waited till I finished the answer. To be in love meant to have an affair and commitment was unanimously mapped to possessiveness. Prosperity meant staying away from family, staying most of your waking hours at work and call it a pro-gress. I am talking about your manifestation where one’s actions are guided out of pressure of paying bills, not out of love or even worse -  inspired out of fear.

When relationship status got precedence over the warmth in them. When there are sad insatiated eyes over the picture-perfect smiling faces. When lonely bungalows establish the irony of missing joint families. When the security/woes of future are larger than the moment. Here folks have more wealth than health, more worries than blessings. People are trying to be super powerful neglecting their futility. Why are folks so much into settling down when there is complete sky for an unlimited flight ?

During all these encounters , I always thought it’s you. But when I waved at them, they had a questioningly dissatisfied strange look in their eyes. When I went close, they didn’t recognize me at all. 
That -- confirmed they were lookalikes but not you.

You remember how full we were of each other – you and me . 

           ‘ where  ARE you – dear Life  ?’

I miss you ! 

Regards,

Kinksha – in pursuit