I sat at the desk, trying to ignore time, trying to ignore the changes in the surroundings and on web and let my thoughts coil and uncoil in the dungeons of my mind. It was Friday and hoped for a better week ahead. But I had forgotten that there always have been something manic about Mondays as far as that song and my case goes.

I have been exorcising demons, battling ghouls, making my way around, but somehow, some strange wind has made its way into the locked tombs and disturbed those pages, creating storms and confusions. I do not depend on it to make me going, I do usual things - watch movies, hang out with friends, engage in mindless debates, sit in pubs & lounges and carry out chores, but behind the facade of routines and normal activity, there is a sense of unrest.

I would not say my life revolved around you but yes you did use to bring a freshness in my routined week days life. I think one of the most painful thing about breaking up a relationship – any relationship- is the way it drags on as we try and morph it into different shapes, trying to slowly adjust to the fact that the one person(thing) who was once the most important being in our lives, is now going to be just another face(thing) around the corner.

My mind still holds traces of you. It is our tale which could have been 'once upon a time' tale. But It isn't.

Any body looking at me (I am still sround) might feel that I am happily mingling whereas I am sadly singling. I still have the withdrawal symptoms. I had promised you I will not fall in love with you. So yes, I am keeping my end of the promise. I do not love you. Love you? Me? Really, whatever gave you that idea?

The only way I could drive these away is through writing (the reason which introduced you to me) and I have been scribbling (yes, I am thinking of going pen and paper way) my thoughts.