Monsoon of discontent ?!

There is something wrong somewhere.There is something missing.Or perhaps something is amiss. 

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It had promised to be different. I am living someone else's life. I am enacting someone else's role.What happened to mine? Whither my life?

It seems to be the case of what is called variously as "Midlife crisis", "Existential crisis", "Existential angst".

Call it whatever you may, the fact remains that it isn't an enviable feeling. It is 2.30 at night and while the whole family is fast asleep, I remain awake and write and give way to my discontent, for otherwise I would not have been able to sleep. 


P.S  A certain nagging feeling is tugging at my heart for past few weeks. It is a strange feeling, one of loss and being lost.