30 February, 0174: ‘It’, as I realised later, would not Happen that day. So, those among you, who were here just to, you know, wait for ‘it’ to happen, will be miserably disappointed, for ‘it’ definitely would not happen. I recommend you to pursue activities which mean more to you, if a futile wait isn’t your cup of tea, or rather, your plate of Biryani.
However, if your aim of life is to simply appreciate the aesthetic pleasure and applaud the natural creations of the creative nature, then this article will leave your mind full of anticipation and heart full of blood, duh.
I was Waiting. Just as you are right now. Waiting for ‘it’ to happen. But ‘it’ never did, I knew not why! Was there a fault of my own, an unknown error? Why was I left out for so long, and then left out forever, when so long became an inadequate description of eternity?
In fact I am still waiting, as I type away fruitless words upon a WordPress blog, but atleast now I know I am not the only one who is! You are too. You too are waiting. You know not why, you know not what ‘it’ is, but you are waiting. Thanks for the company.
