I’m no by any means avoiding you all the way.
Neither I am also being complacent.
I’m not perfect and the whole wide world knows that.
Human will never be perfect, isn’t?
So, recently a question crops out, and asking me; “Ash, are you okay?”
Well, I thought of screwing myself at the first place.
But, nay, I’m just so okay, I’m as happy as ever.
And in fact, I guess I have got back my momentum that has washes away the emotional inertia that I had before long.
So, the point is that now, why on earth do you ask me whether I’m okay or not?
Only you know the exact answer, aren’t you?