Last few days have been emotionally very trying. It saddens and scares me at how I get unhinged about the slightest things. What saddens and scares me even more is when I feel the hurt of the people who have to bear the brunt of such extreme mood swings.
Many, many, many years ago, a clairvoyant uncle had seen my hand. And he’d told my parents that throughout life, I will always keep the people I love at a distance. This afternoon, I came across a letter he’d sent me. A one-line letter, whereas my brother had got a full-page one. Mine read: ‘Be careful of your mind because it doesn’t play tricks, it tells the truth.’
I was ten when I’d got it. I was ten when I’d kept it in my special red cardboard folder.
I tore it today.