If I truly had a wish and if it were to actually come true, I would wish for a painless and immediate death. Not the kind where you’re bed ridden for months, suffering within and yet have to gather the courage and strength to bid farewell to every relation who comes by every other weekend. Of course, in the fear of not knowing when the last conversation would be. Apologies for the morbid entry. This is what 5 days of MC, within just a month, does to you.

On other matters, we often disregard the power of a day and how things can change in a day. But soon enough, days turn into months, and suddenly when you look back upon life, you realize that nothing ever truly remains the same. And then when you actually look back and see how things changed over each passing day, you begin to realize it’s often the big picture that matters. The big picture. So hang in till then, will you.