At my will.

Well, Will, its all about that, this piece is. Things are being in my control absolutely. Been dreaming about this retrospective aspect since quite a long time, but that always remained as colourless diamond to pursue. But good times too pay visits right? This is not at all about being oozed into materialistic comforts or wall street capitalistic dreams but all about the ideology that, eventually taking a solid shape.

Given ample time to sit, think and grow strong, i can say that the time is being utilised more or less, in a righteous way. Those nights with mild tickle of pain in the chest because of sucking in unacceptable volume of smoke a day, dreaming about cutting them down one day, and to be able to breathe out early morning's breeze to the fullest. It remained as an unscalable height which went onto the extent of questioning self's rushes to suck in more and more volume deep into this machine full of life.

Something undefinable happened and they went down dramatically that i, now hit the bed every night in the dream of waking up for those early breezes, devoid of pollution in my chest. I don't say that I am completely pure yet and i do not at all think that sucking in smoke makes you impure. That is not my version at all. This just served as the addressing concern of the shaping ideology.

The gritting out method to hold my tongue from tasting wine is also bearing fruits. Abandoned late breakfasts at sub continental restaurants, early sessions of wine while cinema, everything is being cut down, to dream of those good days hopefully waiting beyond the horizon, that appears every evening. To go back to my city as a rich early-twenties guy, got to be real miser in spending now.

After all, that's a formula, begin with the end.