As I try to write, the pain is the first emotion which I want to pen down. I wonder if I am deriving a sadistic pleasure; reliving the moments of sorrow or I’m too engross with what I didn’t get. As I examine myself, I realize that this isn’t a sadistic pleasure neither is it my first emotion. I made the mistakes, choosing the wrong path and so does all of us. I have the power of my pen and through it I want to warn all, of the mistakes that I have committed. I want all to be aware of the dangerous path that I opted, the alarmed warning signs to which I was ignorant. The world must be a happy place and we must learn from each other’s journey. The sympathy isn’t the goal; sharing the experience is. Hurt pains a lot and preventing others from same gives the divine happiness.