Looking out this window right in front of me, with an old and messy pane, the clock is ticking in my ears rapidly. Then there's another noise distracting me that apparently belongs to the exhaust pipe of a bike that just passed by; everything eventually bringing me to a halt. The cool breeze making my hair fall in front of my glasses like a curtain shut halfway blocks my view and calms me down for a bit.

  We human beings have always been the greatest puzzle to solve for each other. We've done millions of experiments or research to understand human behaviour, still there's always a minute possibility of a regular debate turning into familial disputes, heated arguments or much worse, war. Did we ever get the answer? The perpetual phenomena of finding the answer to this puzzle is difficult to answer itself.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  I keep thinking and then over-thinking everyday : Was life always supposed to be this messy? Or is it just me making it worse? Or is it the people whom I can't stand because they don't even know how to do their basic tasks? Or is it this world that gets more and more exhausting to live in everyday? Who is to be blamed? There’s never an easy retort to it, is there?

  So I'd rather blame myself.

  It all began that one day…