First

I’ve done a lot of this. Writing. Poems. Novels. Short stories. Stories about spies. About panthers. (no connection to T’challa). Poems are my repertoire. That’s a word I learnt from Assassins Creed 3. I’ve done it all. Except blog. I had time in my hands and words in my head. So lets do it, I thought. Maybe it will get famous. My head is filled with stories of Prajakta Koli, Bhuvan Bam and Aashish Chanchlani. Who knows.

But here’s the thing. I hope my parent’s don’t find out about it. It’s like CBFC. An unnecessary thing that makes you doubt yourself. Boy, the things my parents don’t know about that I’ve done. But that’s the thing. Parents say they understand, but they don’t. Or maybe they do, but its years after. Maybe I’m just a Debbie Downer. It’s not easy being a cheerful happy person, especially if you have depression.

Depression. That made you stop and stare, didn’t it? The weird thing is, it was my mom who pointed out I did have it. I just assumed it was a regular thing, a side effect of teenage hormonal changes and a new class, new faces, no friends. And ever since then it stuck. If you’re wondering how’s it, I can’t explain now. But I just self diagnosed myself,(internet) so maybe I’m wrong. But then again, I once diagnosed my mom with sciatic nerve weakness (distress, overwork, I don’t know the proper medical term for that). You can use the Internet for good. Just don’t do overgood and end up in the hospital with a herbal teabag stuck in your– never mind.

Right now, I’m imagining you are a friend who I’m talking to. I have no one else to talk to. My dog is more interested to play fetch. Friend. It’s like Eevee. Potential to evolve into so much. Lovers. Partners (In business or crime). Nemesis. Best friend. Or maybe, just stay friends. 100% of my friends right now (Including you) , are internet only. Unless you are really lucky, (I’m looking at you Nikki), you have that one friend who you really want to upgrade the relationship to something else. We all have that friend. MeToo.

But this might be too soon to talk about her. This is my first blog. I’m not doing a plug in for my own blog, but, we have been friends for so little time. I think we need to know each other a little better before we jump into “who do you like” part. Someday, later, maybe. But for now, goodnight. I hope you are okay. Until then, bhalo thako.