Letter to a friend:
If you are really interested in my reasons for my actions, please ask me. Yelling, sulking, shouting or crying will take nowhere. But are you clear about your reasons for interest into my affairs? If not, any answer I may give, is futile. It would be like an egg with tremendous possibilities. It can be boiled, scrambled or omeletted or just mixed in a drink. Communication is an exercise in futility until we talk in silence. But what kind of silence?