Life to me is an hourglass. An hourglass that has a job; a labourless job of leaking sand non stop. A specialized hour glass with top part jet black to conceal the mystery of its quantity.

It’s a giant tyrant placed right behind me by the power of universe. I see the sand filling its bottom every day and day after. I look at it sometimes in terror and other times in excitement.

I run and run in pursuit of my dreams and I turn my head and it’s there, leaking sand grains over grains, mocking me, scaring me, watching me.