Strangly low and happy

It sounds so strange sometimes to know that I feel low without any big reason to quote. But all these won’t happen all of a sudden. It usually comes once a particular threshold is reached; things which make me feel low get queued up until that threshold point. Anything that comes over it will break that pile as if a pin is pricked on to an air tight balloon. And then I know it won’t stay in my control to hold that fluid of emotions coming down. I feel good when those tear drops are sent away and with them, the blues too.

  

Yeah, now I feel content! ;)