As I walk alone in the streets now, I feel like that 8th standard kid, dad, who was always ready to block a blow or take one... Always, guarded and alert. You used to send me for martial arts training then, remember, dad? I haven't smoked for the past eleven days, Dad! You know, it is the first time in last ten years! I think I started to feel power again, all over, like that 8th standard boy! Here, I feel equipped and I acknowledge you... Dad, all my way, I thank you! Looks like I am becoming good!
I wish I had a diary like I used to have.
Note: I am perfectly in my senses...
