It is life miserable, empty roads with full of people.
I felt empty as the blue sky of kashmir, srinagar,
I found myself alone like a barren tree in a desert.
Nothing could calm the storm of my anxieties. I was getting depressed, really depressed. I was being cheated. Cheated honestly. Myself was really bizarre, trivial, a waste, a forgotten memory. World to me a masked murderer. .
But the most hated thing of myself is that I show the helpness to other people, I want to trade my helplessness for free.
I wanted to ask the questions, questions whose answers I always knew.