With the cloud of uncertainty, P gets his act together. Atleast the sitautions should be dealt calmly to allow any kind of astringent action. The bitter taste of Neem makes the experience Truly Unenjoyable. Still he knows he will have to try. Still the water moves down the slopes of uncounted mists. The breeze asserts it to be ok. But some where within, hidden from all walks and talks, all eyes and ideas, all trinkets of understanding lies the world of uncertainty... that will terminate, only when P terminates. Life gets hard, he too gets vulnerable...
Battered and bantered by Life itself, P makes his final move in this Realm. May be it will be all over in a few days time... or may it will never be over, just a Phantomized illusion. Whatever, its unwanted, without doubt.
Take Care P, please take care....
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