Sometimes I feel like a motherless child as if my mother has gone on a voyage to a no-man's land where light is ignited by darkness and darkness is extinguished by the glow of sparkling fire, burning and not burning out of miasma gushing profusely days in and days out, as if somebody has lost way in quest of eternal life, a life incessantly being born and reborn out of nothing... a life very much sough- after even it is beyond the reach of human possibility and impossibility... a life cutting across all barriers of situational impediments that come in the way of existence and non-existence facing the entire reality all the way to impermanence and that reality in actuality is virtual reality situated in a virtual world far above and far beyond the actual world in reality...

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