I don’t know if I should think about the poor people of Pakistan dying every minute of hunger due to the worst flood in the history of their country; or my own shitty cold, complete with fever and shivers; or my friends who just lost their beloved father yesterday after fighting for such long time.

All I know is that life is full of suffering – big and small – no matter what. And the question floating in my feverish head is why we were born to go through all this pain.

But my inner instinct tells me, there are no whys.

S