Uncertainties, This is what life looks like. Everything is uncertain. Or, I say everything is not mentioned as it happened in the diary of the time. It's like, it's flying. It's like the things, and the people I am seeing currently, and living with are going to fly one day. They are like camphor. In fact, the whole world is like camphor it will evaporate one day. Does it really matter? Does it matter to be with someone and to spend your time with them by knowing that one day it will diminish with you? You are the creator of the moment and with you, everything is going to finish. What is life then? Who are you? Who I am? Time is ticking so fast. Yesterday I loved the person still I do but now she is not present physically. What to do? In which form I am going to love her. What is she looks like now? Where is she now? Why I am thinking more about her? Why I am trying to recall all the memories spent with her? Why I am being so nice to her? Now when she is not with me physical...