No more whining, whaning posts.

You get used to difficulties after a point of time. They become a part of living so quietly under the humdrum and bonhomie and with the passage of time -- that one day you finally completely forget that they once were real problems that used to rake your brains up. They become so normal, so mundane, so you. This is really the saddest thing.

One day, you suddenly find that you have gotten used to your own skin. In fact you feel snug, contained , comfortable in it and from that day, there is no question of self-forgiveness.

You stop thinking. For, the more you stop thinking, the happier life is, the merrier you will be.

It is really, really sad, somewhere.