‘It first takes a clockwise rotation and then, it takes an anticlockwise circle.’ I mused contemplative, peering sharply around the cave. Although I wasn’t very sure, however, it was the only lucrative conclusion that was sure to work in my favour.
Perhaps, my brain could be making up things. Perhaps, I was clinging to false beliefs. Perhaps, my desperations were leading me to a dead-end. But, adhering to the inference was my only hope. And a flicker of hope was far better than the killing darkness of nescience.
Besides; I knew, I had to take risks even if it meant I was aiming to make castles in the air.
(Delusions often occur in such circumstances, Swamy. A peaceful mind can change the flow of wind in a snap whereby dilemmas, distractions, and desire to reach a destination—clouds the
