Life is such a mystery. One moment one feels herself resting at the seventh sky above the light blue colored clouds and then another moment one feels herself under a grave which is probably on the eleventh floor underground. It is so hard to explain such moments to yourself. They leave you with a turmoil as what place do you have in this world, in someone's (special) life, at your workplace etc. Well the irony is that such moments pass with the next blow of wind so smoothly that one even wonders whether they ever came or was it an illusion ( a creation of one's silly mind).
Well (if anyone reading this) you must be wondering what the hell I writing and have in mind while drafting this blog. May be it is actually my silly mind only which feels like this. It has happened so many times that because of communication gap or because of my stupid imagination power (otherwise which is very interesting.... :) ) leads me to think that I am not good enough.