Its race time. Tears and fingertips, the contendors. Seeems like tears win again. Invincible. Everytime I think of her, I seem to be calling for tears. The stupidity behind my obsession could be the trigger. The very fact of basing my life on an unaware future sounds preposterous. But that gives me a reason to hope. And that is how my life inches ahead. Am moving ahead at my own speed. I don't care where the world is heading to. I don't care how fast the people around me are moving. Dreams want to show me a glimpse of her, but somehow I discourage it. At times I speak my heart into the blowing wind with the hope that she will someday hear my heart. I have looked in the mirror and cried. Then I burst into laughter and cry again. Even now when am writing about her, I feel my heart missing so many beats. Well if this goes on, I might end up dead. Is it anxiety or is it love? I know not. But if destiny lands us together, I will be the happiest soul on earth. I so wish if destiny was corrupt. I would have bribed my way. Alas...as for now my life has a sense of waiting room. Next.