Sometimes in this mad rush of normalizing life we often forget the inner insane heart which abhores the mundane normality. The madness needs expression yet we choose suppression to get the sense of security from the unknown faces;our heart yearns to know them. The stern faces with unbreakable boundaries express constant negation for your heart to enter. Still we live disillusioned waiting for the day when our heart will break the boundary. We are indefatigable workers, so we continue to break our heart in that futile attempt to be understood . After a while it becomes too painful to give that little space to the wounded organ in the body. We decide to kill it, get rid of it. It so happens that we become normal again. We are successful, normal and busy in the mundane reality of lives with the pieces of the wounded organ dissolved in the universe. We are the 'happy' Island.
