From My Diary:
Lost in the past thoughts and engulfed with the current agonies, harnessed to the arduous tasks and confronted with onerous jobs, one at times feels like attacked by tortuous fits of a torment so pinching and piercing. It’s me at the moment. I quite feel like realising as to what might have been the chain of thoughts for Keats when he wrote ‘Ode to melancholy’ with a cry on his pangs of seclusion like this:
I bade good morrow
But cheerly cheerly
She loves me dearly”
Mental cycle of a person runs through a whirlwind of stormy thinkings, and which one of them strikes most is always uncertain but one has but to undergo that. After all, this is what is called life.