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Where should I begin, really? Where does one start to think and acknowledge every thing that has happened accordingly? I say accordingly because I’d believe that despite the free will-ingness of life and people, there is a path and a plan; like how I happened to oversleep an hour and catch the train I’ve waited for an hour for and witness a man, pushing to get inside the cramped train, had his bag sandwiched by the train doors, ran with the train and let go when it started moving. Right at that time, I was thinking of the months passed, and of the wonderful weekend that had me swinging moods most of the time. Because I sometimes am too shy to speak and tell my stories to people, I tell them to myself. I would write for myself, then.