Some times I feel like asking myself. Mayur, why do you bother so much? But thats a difficult answer to give. I have been like that, a thinking creature all my little life. I’m already on the wrong side of youth now and am capable of deciding what is right and wrong for me.
Yet, why do I keep going back to things and events that have been long and forgotten. I have already written a post named nostalgia. Its time to move on. Yet the mind keeps wandaring the memory jungle.
Hmmm… may be because my wife isn’t here and I’m missing her. Yes I’m!