As I was alone, my perplexing mind left me experiencing something tranquil, adventurous and phlegmatically courageous. I was a little numbed to pack a bag of clothes, a toothbrush as well as fruits, if I am ready to wheel Amritsar, a sacred city situated far by the border of India – Pakistan. I eradicated worldly affairs as if I had been a sufferer of a so-called trauma that was annihilating my self-esteem by curatively surviving negativity. I hit on the bed in taking irrational sleep at nine-thirty. My eyes were opened in the dawn; not willing to walk a single step to pour fresh water gushing out of the tap from the last night. The cool droplets of water I turfed in my eyes to protect the allergies and anti-bacterial cream massaged on the skin under the eye rashes. A tiring process of taking a shower was hygienic, but not moody to prickling. I had a lack of endurance for what I called a long journey of five hours to Amritsar.
