Everyone needs a letter

I wonder on how I manage myself to live with my mismanaged brain
I feel it like a bush
I wonder what happens inside
Surely some times it is a mess
But at times it can surpass all the nonsense and caress me
When it starts to express
It reminds me I am over expecting for the Brain I have
Then, I laugh
Wasn't you who knew to write pages and pages beautifully
How can I forget the 28 yrs of pleasant memories that you created
I fear sometimes of my life
Do you fear to?
I think you never are afraid
Its just me who always try to melt you my way
Stay strong as you are
You are the best
and my sweetest

A letter to my Brain!

Candy

I realize these days that memories are hard and I figured out to make as less as possible. I do not want to leave any of memories for people around me. It sounds so funny to me even and I learnt that it is not possible at all, as memories are tied with normal behavior too.

I feel my college life has just finished sometimes, as the memories are fresh in mind. The first day I joined masters in Bangalore, the way I felt about the city is so fresh in mind. The rainy days from the bunker bed were all so gloomy and made me miss my home. I then walk to the nearest telephone booth and call home with tears in eyes, though never told them I was crying. The solitary time I spent just walking nearby shop to buy egg puff and coming back home thinking of when I should go back again home. The feeling of missing people was so strong in my life. I realize that is why it took me ages to forget people. That is when I decided at a later part, may be I should call it second phase of life, with out any doubt, not to miss people. Just live in that moment.

But then, If I regret one thing most in life is, going to Bangalore to study. Though the college feeling was nice, I generally try to avoid those thoughts, mostly trying to forget them.

On last Friday, we friends at office went to the candy making shop and a man came to us and gave the sample candies. I was wondered that inside each candy there are the names written, like Brazil, Spain, girl etc. After eating half candy, when you check it, it still has the name in it. I dunno how they make it. And yeah main thing is I got the candy named "dad". I was so happy for a minute. The logical mind shut for a minute and I thought there is some meaning for me to get the 'dad' candy. I wonder in what little things I am trying to find happiness about them. It's ok I guess.