i have alot of things to tell.

Too much that i dont know where i should begin. I think its probably like this.

The earth shook. The sky toppled over and crashed down heavily on me. Soiled and drenched, i was devastated. Then abruptly, she leaped into the scene. She managed to hold the heaven high up with both her arm, allow me to seek shelter in a 6 stars grand hotel. I was given a key to a president suite, having hands to serve all my needs. Glittering rooms, golden bed and a feast spread of food. Changed into a suit of whitish clothes after bath, I smell fresh and clean. Sweet aroma is in the air. At the left of the scene, happiness level runs full gauge. I let my hair down, took a deep breath. It felt as the inflated soul was pumped with tanks of oxygen. Peered out of the balcony, the tides of storms had subsided and its the usual picture. Somebody must have made a little prayers. I thank god for all her help and for sending me a messenger whose name is swee. A faint silver halo twirled above and shot into me. Enlightened, once more. Curtains of rain began to beat down and sprinkled on me like stardust. The feeling became stronger. I force my eyes opened and found my window left unshut.

What a bumpy journey it was i realised.