The senses are numbed. The mind is wandering the oft traversed space between sleep and wakefulness. Its been a long time since I summoned courage, more importantly the will to push my body to the limit, to drive my mind such that all desires, all passions become but mere passing thoughts in the continuum of wakeful consciousness. There has been pain, anger, happiness, sadness, frustration and the sweet release of shouting on top of my voice (not to the outside world but to the inner self) that I am alive all in the course of a couple of days. There have been times when I used to think, rather pray to extricate myself from the throngs of monotony. Now, life is running right past my eyes giving me no time to sit, relax and take stock of where I am heading. There is just a continuous unidirectional movement which is dragging me along, like a small fish caught in a strong current in the ocean I am unable to make sense of my destination. Life has been greatful in a lot of ways, yet the long journey and its natural unpredictable course fills me with both amazement and fear at the same time. I am amazed at how things turn out when we are least expecting them and at the same time fear the loss of these possessions which fortune has so kindly bestowed...