It has been about six to seven months that I came back to Bangladesh and decided to stay in Dhaka for a few years. Honesty claims that after the first two months, due to my nature, behavioral patterns, and emotional dilemmas that follow me around, the following months were heavily laden with altered states of the natural mind. Hence, unable to define, or is not prepared to accept the distinction between the good and evil made.
As of now, it wouldn’t be prudent to say that the mind is back to its original state; rather, it’s perhaps the opposite. Since, the tools are not available to dissect the claims… have to drop the issue here.
Conversely, I’ve not lost my focus after all. My lifelong dream, hopeful project plans, and my inner peace all fell into their designated places. I’ve found, and am almost done in the process of purchasing the whole of, the land… for the inspired artists’ orphanage.
I know this is just a beginning, but the joy of this simple achievement is so broad that even I cannot escape its passionate caress! Pardon me… I am just a dark soul who simply met the other side.
