Paradox of life...

This is a story of me and her. Life can be so ambiguous sometimes. This was precisely what happened to me. At times i felt, she is the necessity of my life and at times like the misery of my life. At times she was a fetish for me and at times like a history teacher. Whenever she visited me, I tried my best to avoid her. I played computer games, had a long chat with frenz, read novels, watched sick muviez, wrote some stupid stories and did a hell lot of non lucrative tasks to tell her that m not at home. At that time I ws busy with my own life. I acted like a mean and callous guy not to entertain her. And at the times when I needed her, she acted in the same manner. I aspired for her, I needed her so badly but she didn’t visit me. Is she really mean or is it me, who is on the guilty part. But she came back. She tried to revisit me a lot many times, and I still ran away from her. I was not ready to face her and avoided her to the extent possible. This was what happened to me and this iz what I think happens to most of us. She was none other than my loneliness.

Everybody in his/her lifetime do a lot of things for the very first time. When a baby cries for the first time, a singer faces the stage for the first time, the first love, a valiant soldier facing the war front and many more such genesis. All these events mark the beginning of a new zest in life and promise to go a long way. The inception of anything brings with it the excitement of success as well as fear of failure. So here i m making a foray in writing with all my might. I may be bad, i may be absurd during it that's why i hv named my blog pulp fictions, but i believe that ideas must communicate and there is alwayz some scope for improvement.....