Life is weird.

Life is weird. Things just don't seem to make sense. People walk backwards. Cars drive backwards. More importantly, we can't really seem to get inside the head of the body we inhabit: it's as though they are two separate selves. Man ditches his lovers, has sex with dogs, and then seduces them. Every Sunday he takes money out of the collection plate at temple. He finds bits of himself in the trash: teeth, hair, and so forth. The man works as a doctor, breaking small children who come to see him. Aversion to the doctor is there,the heinous acts he performs both on the children and in everyday life are worth imagining. Life goes on . Doctors kills the all of us until time finally flows backwards to the one era and place in which it all makes sense : the source of the doctor's literal, and spiritual, guilt. This causes a crisis of identity within all of us . What could have caused time to flow backwards and morality to reverse in the first place? We are all confused. People are stealing heads of others to make money. My organs lie safe in the wardrobe. I am happy that doctor doesnt know me. I play gulli-danda without the stick.Himalayan trees start shedding diamonds in place of apples.

AND POLITICIANS BECOME HONEST.