Wednesday, 16 July 2008


‘It is possible that tomorrow it will rain. It is possible that it will not. It is possible that I will be remembered by you or may be you will not’.
When the appointed time came, I found myself surrounded in the dark corner of my one room apartment as usual, in knowing well that neither would it rain nor you would remember me. It was assuring enough for me that it was best for me to expect that way to be alive for a day, each day. Though, I was not living here, so also I was not among the rain drenched lifeless corpses, elsewhere. For me, always the possibilities are just endless as well as colorless. You know that.