PLEASURE OF PAINS 3
Journal entry
Journal entry
ArkaShikha seemed to be caught up in a strange land. That is a weirdly mesmerizing place, a place where she was falling in a never—ending Abyss of Cholic pains. The tunnel seemed dark, extremely dark, where she was falling and falling and there was so ground to bang her ass upon. There were no visible twigs to which she could get a hold on and hang for a minute. All that she could perceive were two things. A light – a light at the end of the tunnel which seemed more like an illusion of a distant mirage. Something inside her kept on telling her- “ You’ll never reach that light. You’ll never “. The voice seemed to echo in her Soul, the same Soul which is now broken into a million little twisted pieces. She could just hear her heart-beat in that darkness. After sometime, strange creatures seemed to drag her, snatch her, suck her blood out. She was highly pained. A strange creature dressed in rotty smelthering clothes caught her, tied her hands at the back, gagged her, blindfolded her and tied her legs- this was all done in a matter of seconds, as quickly as she dropped her eyelids. This seemed to be a never-ending set of miserably painful actions while she was falling. Now she started to feel the pains and agony that these Demons were inflicting on her body. Previously she was in such a state where she could not feel anything on her body, neither pains nor pleasures. It was as if death descended into her young , lively body.If a needle pricked her skin, she could see the blood oozing out, but she could not feel anything. This time ,the gag suffocated her to death. However, the blindfold made her frightened . She was unable to see as to what kind of incubuses , succubuses or other demonic creatures were attacking her. However, it did not matter much. For her, breathing were her pains. Her own body became a burden to her. She felt trapped. Her soul was caged in her own body. She wanted to die but could not. It was a strange state for her. She never felt happiness. Happiness seemed like an abstract term which was unattainable to her. She always felt that “Happiness” and “ArkaShikha” are like the two sides of a river who runs parallel throughout their life but never meet, and someday both of them disappear in the vast ocean, the Ocean of Life. For her, she could not understand the place that she was in. Then she told herself – “Of course it’s Hell” . How else will she be tortured like that or where can she be tortured ? That feeling of finally being freed from her body gave her a strange satisfaction. She started smiling while arrows and bows were stuck deep down in her body. She felt better realizing the fact that she was finally free from the Stereotypical Hypocriticial Conventional System & Society, which is based on unsaid and unwritten laws of strange people, who are sadistic enough to just pain others. They have no idea what they are doing but speak shits. They lie and harm everyone. In the process, they end up being toxic to their own Soul.
After some brutal tortures, she was almost half dead, bleeding, the life was draining out of her. She could no longer resist the Demons. She had no energy left to resist such monsters. Suddenly she fell into something. It was water. She was bonded, gagged and blindfolded , bleeding to the point of death. What can get worse ? Or what can be better? What can be a better torture and punishment ? Yes, immersion in water. She felt the water suffocating her. She struggled hard to breathe, yet the ropes prevented her from doing so. A strange voice came to her . It was a female voice – “You want to die ? Is it ? Death is not easy. Well, you’ll die a million times like this. You’ll be close to death and yet could never achieve it. That’s Hell my dear. You don’t get what you want but you survive like a living Corpse . “
On the suffocation, she woke up. She realized it was a Dream. People usually feel good that the nightmare is over. However she exclaimed – “Shit !!! I’m still in my bed. I’m still in this Earth !!! “It almost felt so real. The water, the suffocation, the falls. She even could feel the ropes in her legs and hand. Her eyes were burning as if someone actually did put a tight blindfold on her eyes. Her mouth was dry and jaws paining. It felt so real.
The source of our dreams and indications of evil (so-called, as the system terms it) impulses which pass through our minds during the day as tempting thoughts , and we seem to add these immortal elements to the moral sense of thoughts, which we know , have been devout and Holy men(so-called) of all times lament that they are Evil Sinners. Of course, why do I mention only one gender? It has to be equality between the three of them – Men, WoMen(Woo-Man) & TransGenders alike.
Dreams are the continuation of the waking state. Our dreams always unite themselves with those ideas which have shortly before been in our consciousness. In the great majority of dreams, they lead us directly back to our everday pains, instead of releasing us from it. The content of dreams is more or less determined by the individual personality, by age, sex, station of life, education, habits and by the events and experiences of the whole past life. Last but not the least, dreams are a reflection of the psychosis of the subconscious and unconscious mind. They bring out the deepest pains, fantasies and sufferings engraved deep down in our unconscious mind.
The WoMan was troubled too. She wanted to end her life. She had enough of it. She was tired. Just as a computer system needs to be formatted after sometime as the systems and softwares gets outdated, she wanted a new body for her Soul. She wanted to start afresh, a new body, a new life, a new family, a new ecosystem. Old things, memories and people did sting her like an a million of arrows, as if she was a dartboard and anonymous , strange arrows were aimed at her. People with unrecognizable faces are striking her with millions of arrows. Some are getting in her body, making her suffer and bleed. She is yet walking in her Hell , walking wounded, walking to reach the Doors of Death.
Dreams allows us to glance into the deep and innermost recesses of our being, which are generally closed to us in our waking state. Dreams exist in order to lay bare for us our hidden dispositions and to reveal to us not what we are but what we might have been if we had a different EcoSystem to unleash the Pandora’s Box containing all of our hidden dreams. It is interesting to note that people initially term their Goals & Ambitions as Dreams. For ambitions are visualized in an astract mode, then the steps are taken to climb up the ladder to achieve it.
After some brutal tortures, she was almost half dead, bleeding, the life was draining out of her. She could no longer resist the Demons. She had no energy left to resist such monsters. Suddenly she fell into something. It was water. She was bonded, gagged and blindfolded , bleeding to the point of death. What can get worse ? Or what can be better? What can be a better torture and punishment ? Yes, immersion in water. She felt the water suffocating her. She struggled hard to breathe, yet the ropes prevented her from doing so. A strange voice came to her . It was a female voice – “You want to die ? Is it ? Death is not easy. Well, you’ll die a million times like this. You’ll be close to death and yet could never achieve it. That’s Hell my dear. You don’t get what you want but you survive like a living Corpse . “
On the suffocation, she woke up. She realized it was a Dream. People usually feel good that the nightmare is over. However she exclaimed – “Shit !!! I’m still in my bed. I’m still in this Earth !!! “It almost felt so real. The water, the suffocation, the falls. She even could feel the ropes in her legs and hand. Her eyes were burning as if someone actually did put a tight blindfold on her eyes. Her mouth was dry and jaws paining. It felt so real.
The source of our dreams and indications of evil (so-called, as the system terms it) impulses which pass through our minds during the day as tempting thoughts , and we seem to add these immortal elements to the moral sense of thoughts, which we know , have been devout and Holy men(so-called) of all times lament that they are Evil Sinners. Of course, why do I mention only one gender? It has to be equality between the three of them – Men, WoMen(Woo-Man) & TransGenders alike.
Dreams are the continuation of the waking state. Our dreams always unite themselves with those ideas which have shortly before been in our consciousness. In the great majority of dreams, they lead us directly back to our everday pains, instead of releasing us from it. The content of dreams is more or less determined by the individual personality, by age, sex, station of life, education, habits and by the events and experiences of the whole past life. Last but not the least, dreams are a reflection of the psychosis of the subconscious and unconscious mind. They bring out the deepest pains, fantasies and sufferings engraved deep down in our unconscious mind.
The WoMan was troubled too. She wanted to end her life. She had enough of it. She was tired. Just as a computer system needs to be formatted after sometime as the systems and softwares gets outdated, she wanted a new body for her Soul. She wanted to start afresh, a new body, a new life, a new family, a new ecosystem. Old things, memories and people did sting her like an a million of arrows, as if she was a dartboard and anonymous , strange arrows were aimed at her. People with unrecognizable faces are striking her with millions of arrows. Some are getting in her body, making her suffer and bleed. She is yet walking in her Hell , walking wounded, walking to reach the Doors of Death.
Dreams allows us to glance into the deep and innermost recesses of our being, which are generally closed to us in our waking state. Dreams exist in order to lay bare for us our hidden dispositions and to reveal to us not what we are but what we might have been if we had a different EcoSystem to unleash the Pandora’s Box containing all of our hidden dreams. It is interesting to note that people initially term their Goals & Ambitions as Dreams. For ambitions are visualized in an astract mode, then the steps are taken to climb up the ladder to achieve it.
Such an achievement occurred when there was a sudden Whatsapp message - “I want to buy you WoMan. Can you shift to Mumbai ? I’ll ensure that you’ll be kept safe till you die. I’ll isolate you from the stereotypical hypocritical conventional system and society . I’ll make your dream come true . I know what all has happened to you. You deserve something better. All of your siblings will be taken care of . “ It astonished her. She replied “How do you know what has happened ? “ A reply came “I’m a diamond merchant, from the same glamour industry that you belong to. You have got pretty interesting stories. “ ArkaShikha- “Is it ? Now people are digging my life up. Its good. I take that as a compliment. So, tell me, when do i get to be in your dungeon ? “ He said – “You can be in my dungeon after a month. Everyday you’ll have to chat with me. You’ll have to answer all the things honestly. If you do so, I’ll take you in “. For a month, the chat continued. It was intriguing for her to note that the Man was interested in her psychosis and thought processes, about how she is feeling everyday or every moment she breathes. He is not at all interested in interrogating her and keeping records of each and every moments of her life. After two weeks of discussion, something seemed to heal her. By that time, she found many acquaintances who became her well wishers. Her mad insane creativity did fetch her far more and better fans, followers and well-wishers. And these well-wishers were something different. She felt not being used for the first time with such people. She had good friends even in her quitting attempt.
People approached her. Her media friends told her “Why are you hurting yourself in this way ? The pictures which you are exhibiting are really painful. We all know what all you faced. Deceive, treachery, back-stabs. But its ok. We can help you in getting revenge from those people. “ She used to laugh and say “It’s not only my condition. I’m not the only person who is Caged in this stereotypical hypocritical system . There are people suffering from worst stuffs than me. I represent all of those people, men,women, transgenders alike. I represent their pains and struggles. Its my quitting attempt. After infinite numbers of insane suicide attempts going in vain, I’m trying to sell myself. At the end of the day, modern day wars are fought inside a WoMan’s vagina. Get anything and everything on air. I don’t mind. If such perverse exhibition of mine ends me up in prison, i’ll acknowledge the people who handcuffed me. Atleast i’ll be in a real prison “. She used to say these to any media friends, journalists and reporters. Afterall she was a well-known viral fashion designer and a creative artist. She achieved some fame overnight. To her astonishment, no news got viral. Nothing came out. Infact Angels came. Angels came to rescue her. They dragged her out of her sufferings, pains and dark phases. Some supported her in her insanity, to do it in her creative ways, while others did the reverse, made her feel special in all ways possible. She was provided with all the resources. Infact the Demons of her pasts also provided her resources to carry on with her creative insanities.
After a few months, she got healed. Now she resumed all of her works, that too in a better way. The Angels supported her in all ways possible. The Angels & Demons equipped her with anything and everything that she needed. People witnessed vast changes. People told her – “You did go out of your mind. You went insane. Yet you did it creatively. You pulled out such marvellous shoots, wrote such chilling adventurous stories . Hats off . :” Now people started admiring her for her insane creativity. People are adoring her for the fact that no Dream can be imagined whose first motive has not already moved through the mind while awake as some wish, desire or impulse. Wishes and desires are totally celebral impulses which are the driving force for artists.
Her dreams came true after she did all of these. It often happens that matters appear in the dream content which one cannot recognise later in the waking state as belonging to ones knowledge, experiences and experiments. She experimented her life and BDSM became her fame, a source of recognition for all. People mostly praised her for the courage that she has got. Afterall exhibition of BDSM on a public social media is a matter of guts. She was fearless. She was broken into a million little twisted pieces. There is a huge advantage of being a broken Soul. Such tortured souls are not afraid of being broken further. How much can anyone break a broken person ? They are already broken. Some nice artpieces can be sculpted with such broken fragments , or these fragments will turn to dust, a gush of wind will come and blow it away. The name will be dissolved in thin air. No one will remember her. Thats all that she wanted. She wanted to get her name removed from everyone’s memory. To her, her existence was only a mistake. She was mistakenly born. The only way to fix that mistake was death. Focus on the word “WAS____Past Tense “. Her thought process worked that way. After a few month, She was cured. The Angels were both old and new associates, friends and colleagues. She got out of her depressed zone.
She relocated to Mumbai, the creative capital of India and the City Of Dreams. For her, all of her dreams got fulfilled. Jo khwaab dekhein the vo poore huyein, jo khwaab nehi dekhein, vo bhi poore huyein. Dreams are something which keeps the ray of hope. It can even make a dead a dead person rise from the dead.With this WoMan, something similar happened. She wanted to quit . In her journey of quitting, she found innumerable friends and angels who gave her a life which was much more than what she expected.
She was treated as a shitpiece, for kindness is often taken for granted. People take helpful and kind person for granted. But. But. But. There’s a magic involved in it. Theres some Magic in being “KIND & COURAGEOUS “. When a kind and a helpful person disappears from the lives of the people whom she helped, they realize their value. For example, the great grand ex-fiancee , responsible for such destructions stalked her to talk to her once. He did anything and everything to get her back. Till date he does that. Some stuffs are best valued when they are absent. Such a strange philosophy and psychology of the human mind. She had a Guruji too who was once a psychiatrist to her. He healed her up with his words. She was dependent on him with her life. But this time, something unusual happened. That’s Situation—Ship. In case of Situation-ship, people doesn’t know what to do, for they are stuck in their respective spider-webs of lives, the spiders being their own family. They can get out of it but they don’t want to. They grow way too comfortable on their private Hell and like to be tangled up in their own EcoSystem which gets reduced to an extinct niche. She left . She walked away from that niche. She liked the feet of her sound when she was walking away from such Cages. She was kind and courageous, but in all Evilish ways. There are equal amounts of good and bad permuted and combined in typical probabilities. It’s interesting to note that people still stay stuck. Destruction & Toxicity is something which she deletes in thin air. There is no space for toxic and destructive relationships in life. She explains the situation and communicates frankly – “Dude, this is not happening. Continuation of this is not suitable for me. I’ll walk out “ Its good to observe that people often have a pre-perception that this WoMan(Woo-Man) is helping such people because she has got weakness for them. They don’t realize that a broken can never have a weakness . She can be emotionally attached to people. She is no longer afraid to love people, for she knows that love will result in her heart-break, but her heart and soul was akready broken. So what can be broken more ? It was rather weird on getting a reply. She explained her situation and said that she’s leaving. She wont be able to visit her Guruji anymore. There were many menots, Guruji’s , teachers in her life, who cured her psychologically. But sadly, they fell for the traps of the EcoSystems. Let’s just sum them to industrial rivalries. My GuruMa of fashion once told me – “If people are pulling you down, that means you are climbing the right ladders. And enemies- they are compliments “ He replied something like--- “Wherever you go, you’ll find the same kind of stuffs . You’ll be betrayed and thrashed. There will be no differences“. It was rather a huge message but the summary meant this. He was and still is my Guruji. I still see his activities in the social medias and admire his Art. BUT> But. But. His reply broke something that day. I’m going to find the same things everywhere. The same kind of betrayals, back stabs and pains. Well does it matter ? It doesn’t . In my mind i thought that, if i find these destructions again, then it’ll be like addition of a few more drops of water to the vast ocean. I thought, atleast it’ll give me redemption. Such repeated sins will cleanse my Soul and Spirit from within. I can no longer visit him. Yes, the psychosis worked. “Some stuffs are best valued in their absence.” In my absence he valued me. Their associates valued me. I often get messages as to how i am, when to meet, how to meet, etc etc.
Its weird for me. Its very weird to find out that i no longer have a tendency to go back. I don’t feel like going back. All my Ex-boyfriends are stalking me. To get me, talk and visit me once. I take that as a compliment as I’m valued only in my absence. But the strings attached with these people from the Past are broken. They were wonderful people. I have such nice experiences to share, so many stories to write, so much of contents to create. But ignorance is also a reply indicating that I walked away and moved on. However, I feel sad that they still cling to their Past. I feel sad.
One fine evening, I decided to meet the diamond merchant who wanted to buy me. We have been in constant communication and now he feels like a friend. We have been friends. He said that i changed overnight. I sound so positive all the time. How is that possible ? I told him that my Angels got me back. I deleted toxicity and destructions in thin air. Now i’m focussed on just leading a life dedicated to Art. Thats it. I’m concentrated only on doing my Karma and leave Earth, die a natural death. I don’t want a death driven by such insane wishes. He smiled. We were sitting in a nice restauraunt and i did narratte some of my stories to him. He told me the same thimg- “I went creatively insane. Its good to see you back to senses. Sometimes insanities needs to be supported so that people face them and come out of it . “ I said- “So , you supported me for this reason ? “ He said – “Of course. You are talented, kind and courageous. Who’s courageous enough to give a damn about the people, society and everything to exhibit their creative aspects and accept their inner self to the World ? I never saw a WoMan like you . “
Later that evening, something troubled the man, the diamond merchant. This time, She rescued him from his mental agonies. As I write, I’m still smiling over the fact that Life is so unpredictable. Even if we are in Hell, we just need to walk. We never know when we’ll cross our Hell and enter our Heaven, our World Of Dreams. In my case, I excavated Hell like Heaven and took leap of faiths in my Heavens like HELL !!!
People approached her. Her media friends told her “Why are you hurting yourself in this way ? The pictures which you are exhibiting are really painful. We all know what all you faced. Deceive, treachery, back-stabs. But its ok. We can help you in getting revenge from those people. “ She used to laugh and say “It’s not only my condition. I’m not the only person who is Caged in this stereotypical hypocritical system . There are people suffering from worst stuffs than me. I represent all of those people, men,women, transgenders alike. I represent their pains and struggles. Its my quitting attempt. After infinite numbers of insane suicide attempts going in vain, I’m trying to sell myself. At the end of the day, modern day wars are fought inside a WoMan’s vagina. Get anything and everything on air. I don’t mind. If such perverse exhibition of mine ends me up in prison, i’ll acknowledge the people who handcuffed me. Atleast i’ll be in a real prison “. She used to say these to any media friends, journalists and reporters. Afterall she was a well-known viral fashion designer and a creative artist. She achieved some fame overnight. To her astonishment, no news got viral. Nothing came out. Infact Angels came. Angels came to rescue her. They dragged her out of her sufferings, pains and dark phases. Some supported her in her insanity, to do it in her creative ways, while others did the reverse, made her feel special in all ways possible. She was provided with all the resources. Infact the Demons of her pasts also provided her resources to carry on with her creative insanities.
After a few months, she got healed. Now she resumed all of her works, that too in a better way. The Angels supported her in all ways possible. The Angels & Demons equipped her with anything and everything that she needed. People witnessed vast changes. People told her – “You did go out of your mind. You went insane. Yet you did it creatively. You pulled out such marvellous shoots, wrote such chilling adventurous stories . Hats off . :” Now people started admiring her for her insane creativity. People are adoring her for the fact that no Dream can be imagined whose first motive has not already moved through the mind while awake as some wish, desire or impulse. Wishes and desires are totally celebral impulses which are the driving force for artists.
Her dreams came true after she did all of these. It often happens that matters appear in the dream content which one cannot recognise later in the waking state as belonging to ones knowledge, experiences and experiments. She experimented her life and BDSM became her fame, a source of recognition for all. People mostly praised her for the courage that she has got. Afterall exhibition of BDSM on a public social media is a matter of guts. She was fearless. She was broken into a million little twisted pieces. There is a huge advantage of being a broken Soul. Such tortured souls are not afraid of being broken further. How much can anyone break a broken person ? They are already broken. Some nice artpieces can be sculpted with such broken fragments , or these fragments will turn to dust, a gush of wind will come and blow it away. The name will be dissolved in thin air. No one will remember her. Thats all that she wanted. She wanted to get her name removed from everyone’s memory. To her, her existence was only a mistake. She was mistakenly born. The only way to fix that mistake was death. Focus on the word “WAS____Past Tense “. Her thought process worked that way. After a few month, She was cured. The Angels were both old and new associates, friends and colleagues. She got out of her depressed zone.
She relocated to Mumbai, the creative capital of India and the City Of Dreams. For her, all of her dreams got fulfilled. Jo khwaab dekhein the vo poore huyein, jo khwaab nehi dekhein, vo bhi poore huyein. Dreams are something which keeps the ray of hope. It can even make a dead a dead person rise from the dead.With this WoMan, something similar happened. She wanted to quit . In her journey of quitting, she found innumerable friends and angels who gave her a life which was much more than what she expected.
She was treated as a shitpiece, for kindness is often taken for granted. People take helpful and kind person for granted. But. But. But. There’s a magic involved in it. Theres some Magic in being “KIND & COURAGEOUS “. When a kind and a helpful person disappears from the lives of the people whom she helped, they realize their value. For example, the great grand ex-fiancee , responsible for such destructions stalked her to talk to her once. He did anything and everything to get her back. Till date he does that. Some stuffs are best valued when they are absent. Such a strange philosophy and psychology of the human mind. She had a Guruji too who was once a psychiatrist to her. He healed her up with his words. She was dependent on him with her life. But this time, something unusual happened. That’s Situation—Ship. In case of Situation-ship, people doesn’t know what to do, for they are stuck in their respective spider-webs of lives, the spiders being their own family. They can get out of it but they don’t want to. They grow way too comfortable on their private Hell and like to be tangled up in their own EcoSystem which gets reduced to an extinct niche. She left . She walked away from that niche. She liked the feet of her sound when she was walking away from such Cages. She was kind and courageous, but in all Evilish ways. There are equal amounts of good and bad permuted and combined in typical probabilities. It’s interesting to note that people still stay stuck. Destruction & Toxicity is something which she deletes in thin air. There is no space for toxic and destructive relationships in life. She explains the situation and communicates frankly – “Dude, this is not happening. Continuation of this is not suitable for me. I’ll walk out “ Its good to observe that people often have a pre-perception that this WoMan(Woo-Man) is helping such people because she has got weakness for them. They don’t realize that a broken can never have a weakness . She can be emotionally attached to people. She is no longer afraid to love people, for she knows that love will result in her heart-break, but her heart and soul was akready broken. So what can be broken more ? It was rather weird on getting a reply. She explained her situation and said that she’s leaving. She wont be able to visit her Guruji anymore. There were many menots, Guruji’s , teachers in her life, who cured her psychologically. But sadly, they fell for the traps of the EcoSystems. Let’s just sum them to industrial rivalries. My GuruMa of fashion once told me – “If people are pulling you down, that means you are climbing the right ladders. And enemies- they are compliments “ He replied something like--- “Wherever you go, you’ll find the same kind of stuffs . You’ll be betrayed and thrashed. There will be no differences“. It was rather a huge message but the summary meant this. He was and still is my Guruji. I still see his activities in the social medias and admire his Art. BUT> But. But. His reply broke something that day. I’m going to find the same things everywhere. The same kind of betrayals, back stabs and pains. Well does it matter ? It doesn’t . In my mind i thought that, if i find these destructions again, then it’ll be like addition of a few more drops of water to the vast ocean. I thought, atleast it’ll give me redemption. Such repeated sins will cleanse my Soul and Spirit from within. I can no longer visit him. Yes, the psychosis worked. “Some stuffs are best valued in their absence.” In my absence he valued me. Their associates valued me. I often get messages as to how i am, when to meet, how to meet, etc etc.
Its weird for me. Its very weird to find out that i no longer have a tendency to go back. I don’t feel like going back. All my Ex-boyfriends are stalking me. To get me, talk and visit me once. I take that as a compliment as I’m valued only in my absence. But the strings attached with these people from the Past are broken. They were wonderful people. I have such nice experiences to share, so many stories to write, so much of contents to create. But ignorance is also a reply indicating that I walked away and moved on. However, I feel sad that they still cling to their Past. I feel sad.
One fine evening, I decided to meet the diamond merchant who wanted to buy me. We have been in constant communication and now he feels like a friend. We have been friends. He said that i changed overnight. I sound so positive all the time. How is that possible ? I told him that my Angels got me back. I deleted toxicity and destructions in thin air. Now i’m focussed on just leading a life dedicated to Art. Thats it. I’m concentrated only on doing my Karma and leave Earth, die a natural death. I don’t want a death driven by such insane wishes. He smiled. We were sitting in a nice restauraunt and i did narratte some of my stories to him. He told me the same thimg- “I went creatively insane. Its good to see you back to senses. Sometimes insanities needs to be supported so that people face them and come out of it . “ I said- “So , you supported me for this reason ? “ He said – “Of course. You are talented, kind and courageous. Who’s courageous enough to give a damn about the people, society and everything to exhibit their creative aspects and accept their inner self to the World ? I never saw a WoMan like you . “
Later that evening, something troubled the man, the diamond merchant. This time, She rescued him from his mental agonies. As I write, I’m still smiling over the fact that Life is so unpredictable. Even if we are in Hell, we just need to walk. We never know when we’ll cross our Hell and enter our Heaven, our World Of Dreams. In my case, I excavated Hell like Heaven and took leap of faiths in my Heavens like HELL !!!
