I don’t remember when I laughed inside and outside both. It’s been just plastic outside smiles for a while. I remember the time when laughter and merriment used to come easily to me. A careless joke by anyone and I would splatter with laughter. A real lame line by my father which would be aimed to impress mom and I would laugh so hard my stomach would start hurting. Such were the old times. Now that I’m a grown up I find it real hard to be happy. It might sound silly that one is not able to be happy to some ears but it might sound just so normal to other people. I still socialize, I still mingle, I still get along, I still participate in all the activities, I still exist to count but somehow from childhood to adulthood something went wrong. Don’t know exactly what is that but even though I’m surrounded with people I feel alone, even though I laugh out loud but it’s a hollow laughter. Laughter had stopped reaching the eyes and comforting heart. I’m more like a alien to myself.