Pretty usual day. Tiring, a hell lot of assignments, a hell lot of procrastination too. Well rounded off, I would say.
And, tons and tons of Instagram scrolling.
Okay just a bit, not that much, an hour or so. (1 HOUR IN TOTAL, ALRIGHT. )
Though I came across something interesting. It was about writing a piece on 'Apologies'. Being a writer, I was a bit curious about it. But then it struck me, “I don't have anything to write about related to it.” It's not in the manner that I haven't wronged anyone in my life, no, no, not at all. That will be just too presumptuous of me.
I have committed wrongs, but the thing is, I don't know to whom. It seems ironic, but trust me. In a given error of mine, I don't know whom I have wronged. “Is it Someone? Is it me myself? Is it just by chance, with no one to blame at all ?” I have no clue.
And I think right now, I would have more chances of getting the person back by saying 'abra ca dabra' and drawing a star symbol on the floor, rather than by saying a 5-lettered word called 'sorry'.
Okay, I know people need closure. It's rude of me to think like this, but tell me, what closure can I give when I don't have any myself?
My fingers got tired, my mouth got dried by writing and speaking the same 5-lettered word over and over again. With varieties of variations. A big paragraph one, one without any conclusions, one after giving space.
But all I know is that it didn't work. So yes, I don't have anyone to say sorry to, not even myself, and the rest just don't believe in my existence anymore.
Alright, lights out. Ugh.
Bye, I'll complete it later.
//From a guy who is tired of saying sorry.//
Author: Abhinav Bhadri
Editor: Shashmita Sanyal