It’s either coming to full circle or settling with my wandering boots, I'm personally disappointed and confused with the way my life is shaping up from nothing to nothingness. It all began with February 2006 and life thence, unsettled.
Living as a nomad, [the worst thing that I've realized that long-time back but failed to resurrect], I've gradually distanced from all and everyone. The feeling gives a numb expression similar to last hours of passengers in Flight 447; inching to its doom and now lost. Now, the entire world seeks for an answer, 'what's gone wrong?' Do you have any clue? NAHH...
What if, sometime later, a passenger stays afloat from the heart of Atlantic Ocean and narrates the untold hour. (Hmm!) My life is quite similar to. What, if some day, somebody tells me what's gone wrong with me since 2006. I think, I know it all and have lost hope long time back. I lost myself to nothingness and the feeling is numb.
Mysore morning; Time: 9.16 A.M. sitting alone in my desk I'm trying to recoil. My resignation letter is yet to be typed. The office boy wiping the un-manned chambers with an unclean duster; Ain't they all doing things because they have to? Ain't they all doing alike?
I'm a sage who lost his hymns and the tambourine rings.
