Many a times, I've looked outside this window and wondered like a zonked out pigeon...How on Earth did I get here? What's the way out? Do I need to find it or it'd show itself to me? The answer comes floating upto me like a cloud and disintegrates itself right before I can make it steady enough to let my retina's focus. There are days when I'm closer to it, and there are days when I couldn't be further away. But amongst all this fluctuation, catching and dropping, there remains a constant - this window.
The beauty is...I've willed it to happen.
The beast is...I'm responsible for it.
The beauty is...I've willed it to happen.
The beast is...I'm responsible for it.
