the hair band slips away and so does the sand, neither of ‘em agree to house in my palm. hold on hold on...i used to be stanch believer of my alma mater…but now I happen to be beneath the shadow of this bizarre tree where cosmic forces conspire together to contradict the obvious…what do I do?? What do I do??

I need to catch my breath now, but I wasn’t running neither was I afraid and yet the lunatic in me urges me to prowl down the causeway… the flag on the spire of the temple is flying…but I don’t feel the gust…my heart is not shrinking, my pulse is not fading…the smell of earth is emboldening me to dwell on my stay here…may be even rinse away the idea of heading back…….