A different evolution.

What's with them ? Whom ? You may ask. Those very people who don't really care two hoots as to what kind of an opinion do others have of them ? Women who brave the stares and the smirks, only to pull their hair together into an oily braid or to go about doing their business without any hint of a concealer here or a touch of ccfoundation cream there...The ones who aren't worried about donning the same clothing over and over again ! Completely aloof of the fact that nobody gossips about their popularity or ogles at their hotness. Yes, THEM ! What is it with them? Why does it take guts to sit at the first bench totally aware of the fact that you'd be called names for it ? Or sometimes in a corner all alone by yourself immersed in your own fantasies ? To be NOT surrounded by a bunch of 'cool' girls & boys and be one amongst them ? To NOT participate in the acts considered 'in style' like rapping, dancing or the out of the box ones like Mad AD com

Do you also get that feeling where you desperately wish to go jump into the under water bed and just sink. Sink to the bottom and sit there, staring at the coral reef, at the worn out ship attachments, at the group of fishes in search of shelter, food and mate. Or perhaps sit on the sand with sea shells in your hand, listening to the wave collisions, sunlight falling on your bosom and wind playing with strands of messy hair. Well, i do. They keep me at peace. The falling stars and big bang theory fascinate me. The agori sadhus in the himalayas and many life, many masters attract me. The metalabolic reactions and love stories make me happy. There is a lot of narcissism in me. There is also a want to die feeling constantly eroding me. But you know what, they keep me at peace. It really doesn't matter sometimes in life if things don't work the way you want them to. And even when i am saying this i am getting distracted, distracted from what i am supposed to tell. My peace keeps