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Looking deep down into my plate, as though i can see through the One thin layer of dough, which is folded and beaten. The resultant is again folded unto itself and again beaten mercilessly against concrete of a steel table until it's consituent layers merge into one. The resultant is again folded and the process continues until the layers themselves become schizophrenic about their individuality, no telling where one starts and one ends. No fixed boundaries or limits, one merges into the another, seamlessly. Consider this as a metaphor for the human psyche. The layers inside us, inside our hearts, the deepest part of our minds and hearts, layers of experiences, lessons that we learnt in our growing up years, lessons that we are imbibing even as we walk and speak to others around us. Layers inside us, each one a creation of our sorrows and happinesses. And as years pass by, these layers merge into one another, becoming indistinguishable from one another, until a time comes when

As I write this to myself on the eve of my 38th or is it 39th year of my existence, I am told there is going to be a lunar eclipse tonight. A simple enough cosmic event, or should I see it as a omen of sorts, considering the magnitude of events taking place in my life at this very moment. This birthday heralds a new coming, a set of opportunities that offer tremendous potential and scope for a new life; one that promises soaring to greater heights and all that I want to achieve - If only I can buckle up and make use of them. The old has been cut off, and new beckons. Let's see where this goes. Funny things about birthdays. Look at your smartphone and everythings happening right there, all your secrets hopes that your dear ones will wish you and do surprise things for you - and then look out the window and you see the world is the same as it was yesterday.