Second Birthday

I write when I am sad.
I write when I am happy
I write when I am disturbed
I write when I am excited
I don't write when I am blank

And I am blank now. But still I chose to scribble down something, because my lighthouse is turning 2.

Live until I kill you or live until someone else kills you.
If both of that didn’t happen live forever. But be a happy lighthouse always! That in fact I should remind myself.
Though I do understand that happiness is a matter of choice; practicing it in real life is indeed a tough thing …
Sometimes I feel like deleting you...Sometimes I feel proud that I wrote all these…
Sometimes I feel I wasted all my useful time writing all these crap. Whatever redundant I can’t deny the fact
that you are nothing but a virtual reflection of myself.

Happy Birthday Dear!!!