Envisioning myself at this hut by the beach.

Sitting beside the shore with a charcoal and a drawing board on my lap.

This is what I envision my ideal life to be. In a place where I can be free from all the stresses of the city and be truly who I am.

I'm not angry anymore. Everything has come to me in a rationalised manner. Even emotions can be rationalised.

I would love to pen down my thoughts, my heartfelt feelings into that drawing.

I would want to breathe life and meaning into it.

Sometimes I wished not to be in this drama that we are all in.

And sometimes I am thankful that the drama will come to an end one day.

And when the day comes, I want to remember the colour and the beauty of it.

Perhaps, I believed too much in things far too impossible.

Good things comes in bitter packages.

For without bitterness, will you then know what is sweet?

Without a drop of alcohol, what's intoxification?

Without pain, what is pleasure?