Life seems to be a cobweb. Where fate plays the predator and the helpless prey is me. Where every way comes to a dead end. But I have kept on fighting, bit by bit, in demoralizing installments. This fighting has kept me going or I would have succumbed. I have stood all its ruthless thrashings, all on my own. friends and family have been with me, but no one can share your situation and feelings through which you go.
But the cobweb seems to be coming to an end, because I am helpless but not hopeless. It is just that it is messier and stronger at the end. But I have that unmatched desperation to come out.
The different facets of life which I have lived will act as propellants. And I will also fly, not for my share of sky but for the full!!!
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