On the edge of happiness...

Trust, do I? Don’t know for sure, but guess trusting people doesn’t come easy to me. No, don’t get me wrong, what I mean is trusting people with my secrets doesn’t come easy. Or should I say, I can’t. What I think is only ‘my’ thought, a no-entry zone for everyone, be it anyone. More of you are free to share your thoughts with me, but when it comes to me sharing, consider yourself lucky even if you know 50% of what I am thinking. Not usual thoughts, but thoughts that I really think. Another reason I easily come across as extrovert to anyone I meet (well…almost). I say I think loud, which makes anyone believe I am an open book. On the contrary, am a password protected PDF. Works well for me. But deep down inside, I wonder why is it so? Am I scared of people breaking my trust? Or is it I love keeping things to myself, scared of giving out things? If I have to count on people I can trust on, I can just count on two. One of whom doesn’t exist in reality, which leaves me with only one.

When Nandan is not just about good movies, when the bhelpuri might be a little more sour than you usually prefer but it just doesn't matter, when you would gladly buy one Cornetto rather than two, when none of the Archies' or Hallmark cards seem to say what you want to say, when you feel happy just like that, when you believe there is something magical in the air, when you can stand on the roof and count the stars, when walking in the rain is an experience, when one of the most important thing you do at office is miss him, when talking about the worst day ever is not bad afterall, when you don't always need words to say something, when the heat and the pollution becomes bearable because someone is walking by your side, when you try to find out what's so interesting about cricket, when a touch of his hand is all that you need when nothing seems to be going right, when you want to hold on to every moment of the dream, when you don't want to wake up as yet, when you h