WekTek

Of the many encounters that we come across, we face, we experience and we forget and never in the rest of the life may we ever care to think about them or they surface to memory there is no lesson to be learnt. But some scars root deep and run through our veins as an embodiment of agony, the scars of rejection, the scars of feeling worthless, and the scars of being an alien. You don’t have to look different for that too. Sometimes just the thoughts or even the way of thinking might make you a light years away from the people you lived your entire life with. The traumas that we carry with ourselves for the rest of our lives slowly eat away our mould and what is left is the hollow body of anger and resentment. There might not be a safe haven for the ones who have been touched by the unholy words of hate. I have often thought about it and expressed as well that we have lost our ways. We no longer know what our course should have been and to the moment we don’t realise and accept i