3(B) Scary Fridays..

I am scared of all Fridays. On Friday all my friends go back to their home. Mine is so far from here and a weekly visit would be tiresome.

Every Friday evening I plan for something. Like visiting some friends; or visiting some good places with scenic beauty.

But none of my friends are as lonely as me.

They got their own family and you are always an unwelcomed stranger even they invite to their homes.

That makes me sad. I think about my mom, my dad, my little sister who expects me at every week end. This starts like a chain reaction waiting to explode in to thousand pieces. I have everyone; still there is a deep gap in between. In both senses.

I wanted a company, a place. But don’t know where to go.