The mind is blank, thoughts aplenty, but nothing concrete that holds my attention . The world around me seems to be passing by , and I am struck in the maddening crowd without space ,direction or purpose . Its like a little child who has lost his way in the village fair , crying for help ,searching for his dear ones . I for once , do not know whether I am in search of someone , or in quest of an unfulfilled desire .
As I stand in the balcony on a rainy winter afternoon, the chillness...
