The last time I was in a train with the esteemed members of the Hundred Winks Club life was different and it all seems like ancient history. Its like time flies on, and you are constantly running to catch up... and you look back thinking 'once upon a time.' As I hung out of the train, the cool wind hit my face, and for some inexplicable reason the pieces of my life flashed before my eyes juxtaposed against the night sky. Faces, smiles, eyes, emotions.
They were just flashes, with no particular feeling attached to them, not even those of nostalgia। I guess the process of detachment is coming a full cycle. I am increasingly finding it hard to disconnect emotions from the numbness. I suppose the moment has slipped away and you can't feel it anymore.
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