I don't know if dying is so evident and inevitable then way does it make me worry...
Time just comes and passes, and I don't know how but some how it makes me realise that whatever am I thinking about or whatever I am thinking to think about is not what it is, it is just a sign of the change. The Change which is the base of my being is really changing me...
The road is lonely so Am I... Window which offered me world is no more there... Now what can I do is just sit and feel the sounds!
