I am unpredictable!
I have grown up, like scores of other children, in an atmosphere of intense hysteria and anxiety. When I try to travel back to the time when, through the window of consciousness I peered for the first time into the sphere of reality, I retain these glimpses of relentless demonstrations and the anxious visages of restless people carrying the hearts of hope and despair simultaneously. We were then a non-inquisitive cluster of dead minds that did not have a semblance of idea what was actually going around. We didn’t know, and possibly could not know, the meaning of those relentless cries of rebellion. Now after some million hours have passed I am having a more conscious