A silent yet icy breeze gushed from somewhere causing me to cuddle up and cover my exposed skull with a tam hat. The sound of the chirping birds which caressed my ears ebbed, time drifted unnoticed as the colour of the sky remained constant grey with clouds shrouding the winter sun. My thoughts wavered from youth to mid-life. That embrace of love and innocence, that vow of together forever, that liberty of dreaming your dream, that curiosity to explore life – entirely traded with the conventional and established. A fine book lost its’ crux in translation. A magnificent story undone by the curse of poor rendition.
To those of you who are asking where am I. I've left the world which meant everything to me, I'll pen something here only when I return to fulfill the promise for which I left everything. Who you thought I was, is the person I'm trying to be...