When I was in 10th standard I never really bothered about my life, career and related stuff seriously. I seemed to have been lost in my own world; not that I have any regrets to the same. I enjoyed my school life unlike others. It would not be wrong to say that I am gifted, but life seems to be taking its own course which suits my needs fine, reinstating the fact of the existence of the big guy somewhere in the clouds.

Ever since my last year of college began the turmoil of the mind and the heart, the first four years of law college were a perfect honeymoon and unfortunately just like any other vacation, it was bound to end.

Much to my dislike, I took up a job with a meagre pay and my dreams of owning a house and car within the first two years of professional life became further off. I began to realise well so much so that I realized the value of the smallest denomination of the currency, simultaneously shattering my dreams and making me realise the hard life. In less than an year I had changed three jobs and each one I left in the search of something better, not only monetarily but also something that would appeal to me and give me a reason to go to office looking forward to working and not just dragging my feet just for the heck of it.

Days became months and the unrest continued, so much so that I felt that every single day of my life was being wasted and the layer of innocence that was once omnipresent was being being mercilessly ripped apart.