"White There are days where there is a fight going within. The dreadful scene where one is fighting within self. Like blood crashing with blood. Like mind thrasing the heart for the deeds. Resulting in restlessness and guilt trip. A different kind of blood flows throughout the war. A blood which is colourless but strong like an acid. Oozes out from eyes and burn the areas where it flows. The strangest fact is that the fight starts when the sun sets. ©Ananta Dasgupta"