Aberration. Yeah, you heard it right. This period was just an aberration. Time to go back to the murky life, a life devoid of any life, where mechanical fluency is the order of the day. Those routines which will tucker you out and those hypocrites waiting in the alley to bite back on you. Normal service will resume and you'll see frustrated faces all over, again. Only if friends were omnipresent, only if we could savour any moment all our life, only if we could take our happiness with us. Alas! Only if aberrations lasted longer. A clumsy figure, a drooping shoulder, a barrage of do's and don't's on my back, I backtrack to the place I'm the king of. Into the oblivion. Adios.