Surrounded in ambiguity I laugh forcefully. Create rather than look for moments that will relish me or bring comfort to my mind and soul. I need to busy myself in order to overcome the frustrating ambiguity. Perhaps, its nostalgia or perhaps I’m being punished for some immodest act. As they say, restlessness is a curse. Yes, it is ‘restlessness’, a disease that snatches away peace and sleep of many. ‘’Ask for forgiveness,’’ they said. Oh! I wailed and pleaded, grew tired, yet again lifted my hands for forgiveness. It’s a bitter curse, laughing with uncertainty; without reason without love and even without hate!