Volleys of Questions
Who are we? What is our identity? Where did we all come from? Well, which is our actual destination? There are questions after questions that buzz in my mind almost always. Wait! I never think that these questions are my monopoly. Neither am I supposed to think that too. Be it sooner or be it later, at some point of time during our lives, we presumably face such questions as if they are pounding out from our within. Broadly speaking, our split selves, perhaps, play a very significant role in this regard. Years roll away like a moving stone without any moss. Yes, time does, does fly away in the twinkling of an eye. We grow old day by day, but the question is: “Do we grow up or do we just grow old?” The answer is given to us on our own, provided we spare some time to listen to our within. It is very easy indeed to speak like this, isn’t it? Yes, you’re right in thinking, absolutely correct, that I’m no exception to this as well. It takes a lot of ease to speak, but it takes a great