Ennui hit me hard this morning as I fought traffic jams and tried to make sense of a never-ending cacaphony of honks, jostling people, flag-bearing men in white and stick-holding men in khakis. Is this what life has come to I wondered? Commuting back and forth, a mere cog in some one else’s wheel and probably less than that, come to think of it.
Existential Qs rambled on.. what am i doing? where am i headed to? do i know anyone and does anyone know me? meaningless cheer and cheerless smiles… is this depressing or fodder for a better me, a more fulfilling today and a meaningful tomorrow. or will this turn out to be just another speck in a continum called Living?!!