Heart is beating at the speed of light…Every beat is making sense of life…Life is grabbing noisy breath…Breath is floating in the ocean of blood…Blood is running to generate heat…Heat is melting the salty sweat…Sweat is flowing on the clumsy body…Body is resting in restlessness…Doctor would call it anxiety…But I call it ‘the rhythm of…

I was in a battle…I was attacking my enemy…My enemy was attacking me…All my dear ones joined my side…They appreciated me…They encouraged me…They healed me…They kept a knife in my hand…I killed my enemy…That’s how I died!They never tried to know who is on the other side…I was fighting with myself!Anger is on one side…Truth…