Even a dry bread, doesn’t kill the taste.

Don’t we ever get tired of being pretentious? Okay, sorry. First let me put you on the same page as I’m in. But the thing is, it’s quite tough for me as well, to precisely bring up the context, I maybe thinking about. Everything is in a hanging kind of state. What I mean by that is, I can’t put before you in a plate, any of my single thoughts, and make you digest that. This kinda statement might sound condescending somehow, but believe me, I’m just trying to season the current mood on these lines. It’s like the starters, you’re given at a barbecue’s table and then leaving no room for the main course for you to intake. Now, this analogy may create inside you a temptation to order something on Zomato, as you’re unable to make a visit particularly on barbecue due to this very inevitable situation. But, I think, you may reconsider, and want some breads with an irregular layer of butter spread on it. And, yeah, definitely some tea. One thing, I accidentally happened to like about breads is the subtle taste it has got. Oh! It seems, I have deviated from the very question I asked. Or, maybe I’m just trying to keep before you the daily mood that spans my day, until something fills me with disgust, and kills my taste for everything, in that very moment.

All started with a “hi-hey” and then an admission of one’s currents problems. And now that I’m writing, I must confess that, from the very first lines, I happened to feel that there was some pretending going on. But it resides in our human nature to pretend something to a certain extent. And this very thought, prevented me from giving it a second thought. It’s again quite normal to have a thirst for experimenting, when we talk to someone who’s a stranger. Hence, I did convey my thoughts, which I thought has the ability to make that person find solace in that very situation. And, then, we were under a cycle of sharing and appreciation. Ugh man! I don’t think, I want to remember the whole thing. Just want to say one thing, in this whole conversation, I never had said any word that could make anyone use the word “harsh” against me. Also, I should say, the person even said, that he/she respects me. And, now I know, it was a fake thing, one could say. These things just keep on justifying that, first impressions are never fully wrong. So, yeah, a lesson, that sometimes a quest to get intimate and become selfless can engulf you with disgust in the end.

Bye. Forget it.