My grandfather is critically ill, I am supposed to feel sad, shamelessly I don’t feel a thing. How could I be so indifferent, why doesnt even a single tinge of sympathy seep in. Wasn’t he the same one who cared to care,the one who took us to those evening candy walks. There was a time when Grand pa was more dearer than mom and dad. Now i feel i am completely detached to him every possible way. Now do I qualify to be branded into monstrous cold hearted category? Have i become something which i always dreaded to be. I am supposed to love him by default, isn’t that automatically assumed of me. The same thing goes with family and friends. I wonder if whatever i feel for them can be really called love. How is it really supposed to be? Am I supposed to force myself to feel sorry for him. Now after all this I am not sure if i really love anybody now.
Its always funny, sometimes you know people for years and yet end up not feeling a thing for them, while it just takes few weeks to be attached to someone.