Life around me always kept fluctuating. I saw different colours of life but none of the colour inspired me as much as the BLACK. The dark face of life always has some depth and hidden beauty in it. Whatever surrounds me always had something to say. It’s the coincidence that sometimes I was deaf and the other time they were dumb.

My country, my parents, my siblings, my friends, my teachers and my so called love, these surrounds me always along with the unusual and strange image of nature.
I don’t care about the motherland, who gave me the identity, the base of life, the protection and the freedom. My country gave me everything she should, even more than that- the PRIDE. She is the one who enlightened my path throughout the black forest. But I don’t care

I don’t care about my parents, who gave me life, who did everything for my future. They took the burden of my past and present with a smile without any return of it. Their bondings of love which always held me tight enough to withstand any storm in this inevitable ups & downs called life. But I don’t care.

I don’t care about my siblings, whose love grew exponentially with time. They cared about me so much that I felt safe enough under their shades. They guided me through the harsh waves of life. They helped me out of every situation. But I don’t care.

I don’t care about my friends, who were there for me whenever I needed, who held my hand tight enough when I told them to leave, who stretched my lips even when my eyes were dry and heart flooded with sorrow and grief. But I don’t care.

I don’t care about my teachers, who sketched my future so bright, who supported my backbone of education and hence my future, who gave me the source of light to go a long way in this black forest of life. But I don’t care.
I never cared about anything in my life that surrounded me. It’s just a hollow, gloomy, dull and scary image on canvas, about whom I cared. “Is it correct, that the feeling which you have for others need not be the same from the other side?” I asked this question from that image and the answer was a long silence. It cleared the situation. Feelings are one-sided. You just feel and don’t expect the same.
I don’t care about life. I don’t care about feelings. I don’t care about heart and soul of mine. I don’t care about any nuances’ of this globe. This means no one care about me if I can’t care about anything.
Carings, feelings, emotions, sentiments- all these words just lead to an unknown land of confusion and weakness, where everyone is as happy as a kid with an apple in his hand but no teeth.