They say im weird, i say im unique..they say i think too much, i say thats because they make me..they say i live like an extremist, i say thats an idiosyncrasy...its almost dusk, the sky rosy pink; i stand looking over the horizon..comprehending the fact that i exist at this instant as a miniscule unit of time and space, almost non-existent..i wonder where i am;... standing now in an ephemeral world,peeping over the realm of reality and pondering over the thin line which separates belief and faith, love and life, peace and silence,happiness and joy... some answers elude me... a breeze catches a wisp of my hair and blows it across my face...inadvertently i reach for a leaf..it brings back mem