Everything is going past me, I do perceive, I do see the triumph march in front of me. But I can not march with them, I can not keep pace with them. They all are in a hurry, so they do not have time to look at me. Now I am thrown out of the track of the race of life. But still I look for a proper track to follow. I walk in the track on that hard rock, get injured, in spite of that I am there - in the toughest road of Life.