My world My life

As a habit for almost two decades now, whenever I write something, I share it with "My Cute Little Angel" who is neither little nor cute (now she is precious), probably, I should change the name to something else, I had shared my last blog post too. And surprisingly, she didn't share her opinion about it.  So, I directly asked her for the same, and out of all other things, though she struggled to say this, but ended up saying "Why are your blogs so self-obsessed? Why do you keep wondering in all your writings about why people are so interested in you?". I was like "Of course, I am self-obsessed, and probably that's why the blogs are like that!" ( Oh, and our conversations are like that only, so no bad feelings here, we say things transparently to each other whenever we disagree with other, and let me tell you, we rarely agree on anything! Phew )  To cover up, she did mention that she likes this style of writing, given she is also obsessed with me! ...

It has been 5 months, since I moved to this new city, with a new job. In these few months, met a lot of new people, colleagues, acquaintances, met old friends, who have introduced me to their new friends, thereby new set of people to mingle with!  Some of them have already moved out also, while a few others consider themselves attached to me, which surprised me. I was astonished knowing people were actually considering me a part of their group or life if i can say that, sharing a slice of their life. For me, it wasn't new, as I have been on the receiving end like this for many years now, but every time someone did this, I wondered when can I ever be on the other side, like sharing a piece of my life with these new friends in life! Somehow, it doesn't come naturally to me. It is weird, right? The way I live my life as an open book, usually wearing my heart on my sleeves, it is practically impossible for me to pretend anything, still, i don't find it comfortable to share life...