Unchained time

Time slithers on. Life becomes a ghost of majorly what-could-have-beens and very little thank-God-for-everything. Exploring Durgapur and finding out a suitable job for myself is a herculean task. No contacts and starting afresh. My pangs reagrding giving up a career and venturing out of kolkata are are mostly blunted when I hear my daughter giggle and snuggle upto my arms. Yet a deep sense of failure lurks somewhere which makes me restless. A failure not to stand up and fight for my entity and succumb to a craving inorder to escape emoional hazards meted out to me at Kolkata...