Life is never what you expect it to be.

After trivial proceedings and the walk of struggle and apprentice, when you believe you've reached the subtle substance of peace; you realise that it wasn't the shelter of the Banyan tree but the silence before the thunderous sea. Another day, another decade passes by, of a story that ever since it began, ends with the same note of symphony. victory, triumph, pride and pros are all mere fantasies driven for our sustainable existence, our mental trilogy for this machine driven pie.