Today, while driving back home, it was not me who was actually driving, but – my agony was! All I could see from the rear mirror was oodles of wheels, devastating me with abrogating grief. And from the side mirrors I felt, the typhoon of pain was actually engulfing my small world! While driving myself and struggling to be on the right track; all I managed to see was far-reaching blurred roads with oozing obstacles. I missed those exits and repeatedly ended up in the holocaust of pain. Every time I tried to find my route; somebody just overtook and choked that direction to peace for me. Why was that? What was that? Was it a bad day or I was just not cleared in my head? The miserable and agonizing route was forcing my eyes to bleed. The sweet emotion of being alive was just ruined. And yes! While driving back home, all I could see was hazy broad roads… All I could grasp was my life in a mess, screaming, excruciating, blabbing and searching for exit to peace!