Few words frittered in my ears and I wondered what the
purpose behind it is. Will I become a guardian holding a beacon in hand; lighting
every vein running with hope, humor, sadness or happiness or become a prey to
something absurd without having to feel the real nuance of it. What would it be like to plough the seed of
happiness and shut the world for me or become a growing seed of the balcony? Today
I wondered if I will bring a change or end up changing myself like the person
who met me after ages; gazing deeper into my eyes; finding something; something
which was there. Wanted to tell me the lane was switched but ended up saying ‘do
you know me?’
