It's you Rasika.... “It’s you Rasika, and not anyone else”, a statement I have been hearing since months has now got me at the brink of an emotional threshold. From watching myself as a third person slipping away into a noise outside to run away from the noise inside to losing control over every cell of my body. This whole pretense of being happy and normal around people strangely doesn’t choke me to death but makes me catch a breath at times. Men these days are like Y chromosomes getting attracted to my X chromosomes causing chemical reactions in my heart. My brain runs at a lightning speed at work combating the storm of thoughts and as the sun sets the heart is bleeding in pain wanting to be held and heard. From being expressive about it to now curbing every shapeless emotion life seems to be closing on me. It’s unfair to carry so much warmth in the heart and being told you are more in the world which is constantly complaining for the lack of it. For a sou...