February 21st

A man is like a dog, loyal to its current master, a master who feeds him daily. I am thought-less today. I can’t think much. Too many things are going on at the same time. I can’t get those thoughts organized for me. Another night is upon me. I m not allowed to complain for what is going on. Not that what’s going on is wrong, but somewhere it feels that I am losing the lead in the struggle to get a grip on life. I know that this too shall pass and would be remembered as a phase I went through. I lived tougher times and looking at the current flow, I feel that much tougher times would follow. But it recently struck me that dogs are required to be attended to. Men need witnesses for their life. I felt alone. I just hope that this too shall pass. I will learn to enjoy my loneliness or I already have, but this time its not bringing any contentment.
It’s dusk time in the desert, afternoon in the subcontinent and probably just past midday in the mid-east. Amalgamation takes over me again.