The show must go on.
“Honsla rakh doli na, Din aunga bas boli na “ - Waheguru . These are the words that has kept me going thru on worst of my days , days where I felt the emotions would engulf me , days where I wanted to run somewhere, somehow leaving everything behind , days When I covered my mouth on a public transit to mask a breakdown because my tears couldn’t wait until I reached my bed and found a pillow to hide my pain with . The days when I choose to sit and stare at the sky all the way till dawn - questioning and hoping someone from up and above this world will hear and answer my plea , the days when I skipped morning lectures because with a chest so heavy it was difficult to put on a show and drag myself to a class , The days when I wished I had the power to go back in time just to undo some events , unfeeling was my dream , days when I took more then 45 minutes standing under the shower - cold and numb - trying to figure out where it all went wrong , who is at blame ? and what is