of walls, drylining and blockwork...

many a times, i have often wondered how i have turned out so... numb...

some of my friends could be the deliriously cheery sort, those that you meet and the 1st impression is easily imagining how the mom probably had high fever during her pregnancy..

some are just way subdued beyond the point of having emotions or opinions...

i'm worrying and have always been worried about this paticular aspect.. the intrinsic nature inherent in me of not being very expressive... maybe not even to loved ones.

somehow, i think i've told my mom somewhere along the line that the guys in the family are just not very expressive isn't it... or maybe i'm just generalising things here. To be honest, she's the only one who's really doing any much talking around the house... trying to talk more to her from time to time makes it all the more sadder in some aspects... i feel like i'm edgin to make up for time lost.

it is most difficult thing is finding someone whom i feel i can really talk to... without restraints or worrying what he or she might think of you... without judging where i have came from, what i have been through... this has nothing to do with self-confidence, not the least bit.

This primarily deals with a comfortable level of common trust and an unbiased receptive-ness i perceive on my end...

Reaching out to people is neither tedious nor difficult for me at all...

Opening up is.