Last year, someone called me up and said to stand by, to wait and support our dreams, to share a new vision rich with our beliefs and convictions. Someone told me not to forsake our ground lest there is no place left to nourish these thoughts. I believed. I stood. But the faces have changed and they have put on masks which were being sold next to our very own door. And now it is such that i cannot distinguish the someone from everyone else. Among all those hideous masks bought for bloated prices and bloated egos to hide the fear within, i cannot make out the colourful face that welcomed me one fine sunny day, almost 3 years ago. Should i wear a mask too? But for how long? Isnt this too tiring? I am not afraid to face my fears. Then why should I pick up that mask?

GoodWill Hunting. A hunting in vain. We are not so simple as Will. We are not tortured, not mal-treated to the point of self-isolation. Yet, we hurt others, push them away. It is said, “Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.” Is that why we are taking this path? Or is my understanding hanging upside down?

A hundred flowers bloomed in 78. None have in the past couple of years. Neither will any this year. Some people have to knock some sense into them. They are drifting away, into the blue, slowly getting lost from the mirror…

Where have all the flowers gone?……………………………