Thinking is my way of dispelling boredom, as it provides an avenue for expressing the most intimate feelings; which are not always pleasant. Anyway who has control over their thinking? Heard very few people have control over their thinking, sadly I don't belong to that esteem club. Although one aspect about thinking - whenever one concentrates on them one always find them flying about, but with no logical pattern attached to them, is the most prominent reason why I like to think - thinking transports me to a world where reality and fantasy merge, resulting into the birth of a new reality that is; maybe, morphed on the actual happenings of the past. As I flip-flop among continuous churning thoughts, I single out and concentrate on a particular situation that happened some years ago.

I was involved in my favourite hobby, mind exercise - to pass the boredom. Actually had it been time which was equated to money then I would have been a millionaire many times over, sadly world is not built as I wish it to be. That particular week, I don't remember Tuesday or Thursday, anyway day is not important, however important point being - had more free time than usual. So, I applied the best remedy - kill time. I knew from experience that day dreaming was the best strategy to kill time. With strategy in hand all I needed was a central idea - that would be utilized to successfully complete my endeavour. I smiled, central idea would be my great many heat breaks. The list of my failed attempts at love are so many that if I start to narrate all of them the information assimilated would be equal to an encyclopedia in length. But I knew I had only a...