I don’t know why but after so long I have just opened this blog site and I am feeling like writing.
When there’s no one in our room, no one is around, we are in all solitude; we think of that memory which we fear to share with any of our family or friend. That thing keeps itching our soul inside but we never try to put a balm over it to finish that itching, because we fear that balm might cost us so much. We are good and happy beings when we’re there in outer world, we enjoy making fun of some people with our friends, we hangout with besties, we study in a group, we go out on dinner and lunch, we chat, we socialize and behave all amazing.
But then, sometimes suddenly we feel wounded and all those memories came back to us and take hell out of us. Because, sometime, somewhere in past something had happened with all of us which is unforgettable, which has made a home of haunted memories in us. Those memories chase us wherever we go, in our dreams we try to survive and save ourselves, deep inside those incidents those memories have been settled in a way a stubborn child who does not leave home to go to school.
All life we remain fighting with our fears, we remain hiding those things from everyone, we try to forget which is unforgettable. And we don’t share even a word about that with anyone because we think it’s our deepest secret. But we are so innocently blind to see every one of us is going through same war, every one is playing same character in this play and every one of us shares this same secret. Since we share this same secret, it’s not a SECRET anymore!
We all girls have a same secret!