The itch to write

I slack on the couch in the morning taking pleasure in sipping from my beer bottle and crunching on a packet of Chips as I watch the never ending cascade of television shows. My ‘work at home’ option has made me and my couch inseparable. I have monthly targets to meet. Failing to reach the monthly goal will leave me without a job. Though I’m well aware of this chilling situation I still procrastinate my duties till the last week of the month. It’s like dragging my own feet into fire by putting off everything I’m entitled to be doing.             Image  : Chuck Slack Illustration That last week of every month is stressful. I become so anxious that I forget to eat food and end up ordering food from outside.  The constant worry about the list of things to do doesn’t allow me to sleep. I stay awake the whole night trying to finish up my work. I have pangs of attacks imagining myself without a job. In those days I feel like a devil has entered my body and sucked out all m

 I think I have a small crush on her. Wait no. I definitely have a crush on her. It started as a small one and it's not that small anymore. I cannot make my heart stop beating those thunder beats though my mind is trying its best to stop this nonsense. Sometimes I secretly wish she stares at me when I look away. I feel like I become speechless when I'm near her.  I have a million  things to tell her but i become breathless at her sight. It's an amazing feeling.  It is euphoric. It's addictive. The best part is I haven't told her about it so I don't need to worry about how she will react. I don't want to scare her away. So I guess I'll never tell her because I can't handle rejection. Perhaps she might not be the same if i tell her this.  But wait ! What if...just what if she has a crush on me as well?  I wish I could read her mind.  I think about her everyday.  I try to hide my feelings.  I try not to stare. I search for