Life’s super prosaic these days. I guess such things happen only to quixotic people like me. But I always love to see that silver lining clinging pathetically to my pink cloud of fantasies. That is something which keeps me going despite the suffocating quantity of the practical basics of everyday living. I guess I’m fast losing all that I wanted. My hopes, dreams and ambition lie smashed in a mangled heap. I know this, too, shall pass. I guess I need someone like a mentor to pull me out of this quagmire of confusion.

The year is on her death bed, gasping for the bygone days of youth. Life is trickling away from her in the form of delicate wisps that rise up and melt into nothingness. They fuse with the aforesaid pink cloud making it hideous. But this phoenix is sure to rise from the ashes.

Everything and everyone of importance is moving away form me. I’m now like an island with some stringy vegetation for sustenance, surrounded by waters of loneliness .I guess, the scariest and the most interesting thing about living is ‘change’. ’Change’ befriends you rather slowly. Then it grows on you making you a slave of it... I’m waiting for a change which can make life tolerable.