THIS TIME WILL BE OVER

That was an illusion on my mind since my childhood days that I can change this world. All people are extremely insular. Only I am a good human being. That extrovert nature was lead for destroying myself very earlier of Adolescence.

I started writing small poems, poetry, fable and some kind of short stories. It was feeling of infinity when I got ready with paper and pen in a corner of my room, I am not indicating that I had an infinite power, I was as normal as an ordinary human being. More than fifty percent of writing pieces are converted to garbage to my readers day by day, might be it was insipid for them.

I do remember, it was a morning of December, I got a postcard from Mr. Mohanty which came from Cuttack, Sutahat. The happiness of mine was limitless on the day, but suddenly I was stuck on my thoughts there when I saw a TV serial where Lord Krishna said to Arjun that, "This time is not permanent, it's temporary."

This dialogue made me both happy and sad at a single moment.