I don't know, what should I write now. May be about myself or else about these days (sorry, these years). Well, if I start from any point of my past I have to carefully divide the days into pre- & post- quitting the job. The job at which I was comfortably settled and respectfully paid was deliberately left by me to explore those unending whirls of life. And while exploring those amazing whirls I totally lost the point of exploration. From then it was the power of the whirl which thrown me into many, many such embarassing moments where every time I shied away from the scene and solaced myself to overcome one day. To overcome one day, but when? by the time anything would be left for me to look back and feel relieved? I know that day won't come and over coming may not happen. Not in despair but in pure consciousness I am writing this that one day may not come forever. That hope to win has gone. That hope to conquer has vanished. Whatelse left is the body of flesh as I am.
