Plastic
After all these years I wonder, is there a real feeling named 'Plastic'. Feeling happy is a privilege but over the period of time I realised feeling pain is also a privilege. Every feeling is better than feeling 'plastic'. Which is of no use, and it can't degrade. No matter how much you bury it down it won't disappear. It's not good, it's not bad. It doesn't make you smile and it doesn't even make you sad. That's the worse part it does nothing, but it occupies a part of your soul. And you feel nothing.