Script

When I started writing, I did not have the slightest inkling where it is taking me.Now, completing so many chapters, just wonder if I can delete some. I Never wanted, they seemed like a baby. A new chapter always excited me, but the older ones the sordid one keeps clinging. Joy, trust, fear, surprise, anticipation .......everything. I thought it made so much sense, the good ones the bad ones defined my ideologies. Made me what I am. The author of the Script, 'ME'/'I'.

A wave came, caught me unaware, the script has vanished.

'I' remained to write again

A new begining only to come to an end again.