Myth-Yeah!

Life is a four lettered word, a tedious exercise thrown in with brief moments of relief followed by the painful discoveries of recent hallucinations- forcing the curiosity, that I would rather not have clarified, about whether every man waits for his death. Much as he may hate the thought of meeting it in the next hour, not one may regret having met it a moment earlier. I don’t know what brought me to this hypothesis: may be a skin-deep sense of history, of events proving beyond doubt what little control we have over our very actions, things that we would like to hide under the cloak named fate, of the distant oases that we run for, of the mirages that we reach…