It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between..

Never follow the crowd....Until and unless you're crossing the road...

But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her...

I couldn't find my cup of tea.So probably, I've been simply taking a sip from everyone else's cup. May be it shouldn't matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?