Experiments can be of two types. Successful, which paves the way for some new inventions. Failure, when the experiment fails to prove the hypothesis. If I say that I had been performing experiments with my life, it would fall under the second category.
Why do we cry when someone our nearer and dearer dies? Of course, because we will miss him for the rest of our life. It is because we will miss him. Anything else? Well, I was thinking there could be two more reasons. First, we feel happy for him -- because he has finally got freedom from the bondages of this cruel world. Second, we pity on ourselves that we still have some more time to be spent in this world.
Why am I bothered if anyone at all would cry when I'll be gone? And why I should be complaining if no one does? I've myself chosen this path for me ...
I promised this blog to be a reflection of mine. I've always told myself that I'm better at writing than at speaking. If any day, anyone wants to know about me, this would be an authentic place.
So, who will cry when I'll die?
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