Confession
There must be storms in every life. Well, we all are aware of all such disasters. Still, why can’t we accept such harsh calamities then? Is it so because we are scared to face the unknown? Or is it so because we are too full of the illusions of the world? Aye, it does sound too pedantic to all of us. As years roll away more and more, the mighty truth becomes even scarier to me. Who is bereft of such fear? Sometimes, I fail to behold the world as and when I’m too full of tears. I do, I do feel choked to speak out because of that lump in my throat. I never even know how to combat reality. Honesty makes me confess all this. Still, whenever I stand in front of the mirror, my conscience pricks me so ruthlessly that I become bound to weep. You might be thinking why I whine like this. Actually, we all are in the same tottering boat in some way or the other. That is to say, there is everything in us; however, this life, this world and everything are grey. Things are neither wholly bl...