“Life is a tale told by an idiot”

IDOIT, AM I AN IDIOT?




Somewhere I have read “In every man there are so many other.” Is that true?


A smile appeared on his face; ‘a cute one’. That smile, it covers a lot of pain. Does an engineering student have this much problems, “nope” says him, “yes” says his mind.


Mind, it is like a jigsaw puzzle, we have all the pieces. What we have to do is just to put them in the correct one in the correct place. The role of friend comes in fixing the jigsaw; friend is the hint column where we get the hints to fix the jigsaw.

Friend, a true friend is not your shadow, is not your mirror image; but the one who is your eye, they see their world through you.


Like this the train of thoughts continues to travel to its unknown destination through his mind. Now in his train has new passenger his ‘best friend’.


It was raining outside. The night is dark and chilling. The cold breeze made his mind warmer. His main just had a rain of sadness that flushed away the bad feelings. He listened to the music of the rain. Rain, it is so amazing that those cute rain drops cares all those leaves that it touches and make them feel their presence.

“Ding Dong.” The sound of the old grandfather clock woke him from his thoughts. It is 2 am in the morning, for some it’s still the night. He walked towards the bed, sat on it. He felt the touch of sleep caring him, taking him slowly into a world if silence.


There were no dreams in his sleep. It may be because that he always had dreams in the day time. He always viewed thing in the way e wanted it to be. He never accepted the reality.