When we grow conscious of patterns, we crave for the randomness and when we are hounded by the randomness of our life, we seek pattern in it.

If there’s anything that frightens me the most is a nightmare. It makes me feel primitive, a too bodily and embryonic being.

It still remains special as it’s forgotten, the more I tried to recollect, the more elusive it grew — like the golden deer that enchanted Sita.