i was drowning fast-not knowing the right thing to do, i was desperately trying to break free the pain that was trying to engulf me; only enslaving myself to it on the process. time was crucial, i understood that much. fear of the liquid-life was crawling through my veins and i knew i'll never be free of it even if i survive. my brain stopped co-opperating at this moment, coz it understood, i could not be saved by the little knowledge it possessed then.

and then it started. the process of dying. before that, i never knew that dying is an organised series of events. i thought people simply dies, like u turn a page of your book or you uproot a flower from the vine. but it is actually a program, like an invitation to a game of six-packs. it starts with an unworldly pain and it opens a gateway to the rickety cold path infront to follow. once you step onto it , u suddenly get encircled bya towering wall on all three sides. a wall of blurred visions of memory- your first bi-cycle ride, kites within the clouds, favourite smiles...all comes and goes....and then from nowhere rises darkness so intense that it sets on you like huge slabs of stoney loads.u start to lose your feelings to it.....completely surrendered.....

i went along this much-but then got pulled back.....guardian angels tossed their feathers....life regained, i knew i have been taught one precious lesson...life's encircled......