Sometimes, you really want to know all those not so significant questions about ‘living’ per se. What am I doing; for what reason I am here; what’s the purpose of my being alive.... but, all these rhetorical monologues gets rebounded, leaving me aghast at my own stupidity of questioning myself thus. What do I do then?
Often repeated, clichéd sentences forms up in my mindscape, which usually are empty with no life in sight. I procrastinate every decision of my life saying, let it be later; when would ‘later’ become ‘now’?
Raat dhalne lagi, bhuj gaye hain diye
Raah takte hain hum, jane kiske liye?