I never ask myself to not to procrastinate; I laze my soul out, I wither, sometimes, I let myself die. I, then reborn, not better, but fresh. I crawl, walk, and will learn to run, then weirdly, I will bore myself out, and only to find myself dying and reincarnating differently, in a different form; still, not better, but new. I love those rebirths. They help me realise that, I, too, can have new reasons to find happiness. They don’t always last, the happiness, but they are like rainbows, in my murky skies—not for long, but hopeful when they appear, and they make me feel that life after all is chasing rainbows on a winter afternoon.
- Nandha Kriskar