He hadn’t vented and ranted for a long time now with words. This was a good time to do it again. Nothingness and numbness had taken over him for some time now. The days had gone routine, and the nights, well, dark and somber as always. The memories had turned blurry when he tried to look back at the happy moments. He was living a life out of obligations, with nothing to look forward to. He laughed, though; he found it easy to do that. Somehow he got good with wit and jokes. Some people saw through his tricks but couldn’t do anything, right? He wondered what had made him happy before. Friends? They provide him moments of relief and de-stressing, yes. Books? He was more excited with them earlier. Family? Let’s just say the khatta-meetha relationship will always be there for him. What else? He’s discovering that finding something that gives him purpose to be genuinely happy is challenging. I hope he finds it. He looked beautiful when he had it before.