I hate this part of the year ……….It’s the time when storms and cyclones are brought to birth.

It’s the time when I reach the same crossroad again and I stand confused on which way to go.

It’s the time where I hopelessly participate in an annual parade. A parade of my knowledge and qualifications.

It’s the time where doubt, confusion and irritation over rule the mind.

It’s the time where it’s a battle between ‘letting go’ and ‘holding on’.

How many more years would history keep repeating itself ?

Why can’t I break out of this vicious cycle ? Am I missing a clue?

It’s the time …………..the worst time…….

The tempest is fast approaching jolta……..

……You better be prepared.

……But sometimes I feel I better not survive it.



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