20 August 2011


Things move. You wonder why. Is there a rationale? 

The disengagement. The concerted rush to agree? Behind the scenes?

Me! I disconnect from you.

It becomes immaterial. New horizons, new vistas. New ground to explore, new sojourns into the unknown.


Do you sometimes get the sense that you are invisible? It is a strange feeling. One can be physically present and yet, somehow, one's existence can be affirmed only by that of the very people around.