'While I stand all strong always,
there's a part in me which is weak. It crawls inside itself, looks for the
warmth-doesn't find anything and just lays around unattended', she was mumbling
to herself. 'Life's so pathetic at times-you don't need anything sometime while
you get all the unwanted things many a times.'
'Yeah I am getting weak; I am fed
up of fighting with myself. There's always a fight running inside me and yet
then I find nothing at all to look for'.