ChOiCes





There’s choice amid survival and sustenance, affection and acceptance, distance and replacement...Humanity and insanity …poverty and disparity…

I battle every second to choose the diversity of choices that invades every second of my endurance here. I am just an anonymous in this world of names where I combat millions of such choices which prepared me today where I am …

Every step that I walk through the lanes of my life I clutch the fingers of my own integrity …embrace my own mistakes and communicate with my own beliefs…still there’s one thought that spears my head apart… am I being just to myself…Am I being worthy 
?

The biggest encounter is between me and the reality

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