While most of my friends are spearing ahead in their life, achieving goals and setting new ones, my life seems to be is in quest of something else. Understanding life is a difficult thing but understanding life with others on this planet seems to be impossible. I knew that people of this age are not good and show no sympathy and have no guilt for the wrong doings they do, but when you see such things happening to you it is more uglier than knowing.
Two sounds are disturbing me at this moment, the noise of refrigerator and the ticking of the clock. My cousin and brother are sleeping. Next Sunday is my brother's birthday, I am planning to buy a nice gift for him, but what makes him feel happy is the big question. The once fat wallet has become lean and mean now, thanks to the petty people of this city.
