Let me describe that sequence to you.
With a glorious morning, everyone was ready to shoot. There was a big verandah like a fairy tale verandah! I was sitting solitary in a beautiful bench where I wanted someone to hold my hand tightly and who can understand everything what I was feeling. Sometimes even your parents can't understand from what you're going through and they end up scolding you. There are many environmental changes that force you to think and think. And that thoughts of depression take you to another world of loneliness. Somewhere I was just stuck in that seen and I needed a clap of "action" from the almighty in order to continue further, in order to take my frustrations or infront of that only one.
That's only my dream diary,
to kick off all my depression rivalries.