It’s cold and lonely out here. I am like a spacecraft out in deep outer space. With every second that ticks away into days, I find myself getting away from the place where I came from, my home. I know I will never be home again. Home a place not just in space but in time as well. As I race through space and time, I feel powerful yet powerless as I see friends getting sucked into gyres of their own life like things get sucked into black holes. But I can’t do anything. Because I am not programmed to. I can merely observe. That’s what I am programmed for. May be a new world awaits me beyond the horizon. For the time being I don’t know. I am just a spacecraft who is being pushed/pulled by forces – gravity as well as destiny.