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Three years from today, if I live, I'll look back at this and laugh my head off. Since I don't keep a diary I am going to scribble on my blog any way. The agitation, the restlessness, the turbulence, the instability all of which that has been destroying my cool over the past two years is now going to no longer have me huffing and puffing. The cyber dose started fading away and actuality became clear. And I would step over the fence and just when I am about to jump in the reality something invisible bounces me back. As curiosity remains the only charm about my hype, I would connect with words, uttered words that would penetrate the see through barrier to the other side. Uttered words are non material but are felt the most and they failed me because I could never gauge upon the impact they would have on others, thus I gave them the title of babblement, ridding them of their value, a terrible mistake on my part. Had I mastered how the texture of my words affected who and how, I would have been a real person, a human, as well. Way before that life had me connecting with written words or typed words rather; the curse of a net freak. Reality was always discrete but neglected standing tall separated from the monitor, thus typed letters remained unreal and anyone depending upon them made them as unreal as ever. One reason for that might be life being never so constant as is it now. It was varying so rapidly with me being at toes getting things done, forgetting to see real people around and only the unreal moving on with persistence. It's smooth now, in terms of happenings and interaction with the same lot of real people. They have their own observations of me too this time. I see a plethora of them as real walking human beings for long enough to understand them and how beautiful, diverse, tangible and easy they are. And the only thing that remains on my list is to treat them well with the best choice of uttered words that have meanings. It took me forever and just when I have decided to go at peace with them out there, my only real lot that has been a part of me in all of the real and unreal loosens its grip over my palms.

Mommy, don't leave me.
Don't leave me, Daddy.