I won't say that I was tired and worn out by the dint of my morose life. I won't call it exactly morose as it had been earlier, but, my life was lacking happiness. Nothing thrilled me anymore; all I did was breathe. In a nutshell, I was inured to pain and disappointments. I accepted everything that was served on my plate, although, reluctantly, because showing dismay has always been futile. On certain days I wished to live life a little differently from an everyday while, other days I struggled to get off my bed. The...