Twiddle 0.1
Twiddling the pencil is special. It's my second blog. I lost my first blog to a battle between my memory and passwords; needless to say, this was a hard one. Adulthood is continually teaching me that the mental battles are equally harder than the physical ones. Like, physically fighting an extremely challenging disease like cancer could be as hard as the mental battle between your fear and your chances of survival when diagnosed with it. And my grand-ma just survived from her battle with cancer very recently; so please don't think these are mere words from me, I feel them very strongly. My pencil this time wants to express our silent thoughts.. Not the 7 A.M. shower thoughts, but the late night bath ones.. Thoughts that come as unwanted gifts from adulthood.. Thoughts which are more of a realization about the brevity of friendships..the lack of connection people have.. how easily communications fail relationships..and how insensitive people are to that.. Tho