I just came back from the station after dropping a friend who had to leave for home .His father suffered a brain haemhorrage this evening.

Rode back from the station down those lonely roads of the village ,empty but for the light of the headlights , murky darkness emanating from all directions,pondering over the fragility of life and the inevitability of the end.One of the greatest pleasures known to man is flying , and a mechanical beast racing at a speed of some 90 odd kilometres an hour in the darkness gives you some idea as to what a bodily pleasure it can be, even if you live in denial of all the attributed sexual pleasures of flying ,as Freud would have suggested.

You can feel the universe rushing past you ,and how miniscule a particle you are in the entire scheme of things,that life is just momentary , and a second's mistake could take you beyond known paradigms.Yet our lives our so precious and this fact that is rooted so deep and driven home so strongly into the mammalian psyche right from the time we can perceive nurture and care in the mother's womb.As life sprouts ,love is the most primitive,most basic emotion that a human ever experiences and that is what he will crave for, in different people , in different forms ,in different places , consciously and sub consciously , throughout his lifetime until death will put an end to all maya.

With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
 And with my own hand labour’d it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap’d —
 “I came like Water and like Wind I go.”

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin
 The Thread of present Life away to win —
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

But for all the respect that time deserves right now,how I wish I could go on and on.