I hate to imagine myself in the rut, trying to break from the mould which has been created for anyone who would quietly acquiesce to his/her so-called destiny.

Somedays i feel that the battle can be won, other days i shudder to think of myself in it.Why can't it be simple as it should have been??What you think is what you get-wishful thinking i know.

But at the end of a stressful day, caught between choices, worries, chores whats left of me demands for simple happiness of life - May be trekking,  rafting,  exploring the whole world, enjoying time for once; with no issues no worries about past and future! 

Its then that the thoughts and realities and wants criss-cross and turn it claustrophobic.