Parallel universe

I think I would envy the life of myself in a parallel universe.
He must be living in the flat with his wife; Maa, Paa and bhai would also be there with him celebrating the festival of lights.
He must be working with that Italian company raking in big bucks which allows him to maintain that lavish lifestyle and social circles.
He may have learnt playing guitar and he plays it to her on rainy days. Maybe he goes to wine tasting with her on weekends or do some charity work or go on long drives in his convertible.
I wonder whether he also thinks about his life in a parallel universe, I know he may not like the decisions I have taken or the life I have chosen but one thing is for certain;
I have lived and loved with all my heart.
I may have faltered a few times but I am still here living and fighting each day, every hour, every minute, every second.

Intruder

Love. Hate. Dreams. Reality.
What's the meaning of all these words in my life?
Whom to love and trust?
Why have I started to hate my life?
What happened to all my dreams?
Is this the reality where I have to suffer everyday?
What have I changed into?
And that too without even trying.
Everyday has become a struggle to find the very reason of my existence.
This is not the person I was before or the person I ever wanted to be. This is not me.
This is not a rant against anyone; this one is for me.
This is me trying to get hold of things.
This is me trying to understand life, this is me trying to be real.
This is me trying to fight off this guy with a facade who has taken over the real me.
Because this all ends.
Now.