I open my mouth and no words come out, open my heart and no feelings are declared. Try to spill some words on a sheet of paper yet they don’t make sense. My words burst out in fragments with incomplete ideas, thoughts and feelings. Every person is born with a unique speciality...I can’t look for mine. I wish I could sing or dance or paint or write...I know I have a fickle heart and some bitterness; maybe that unique talent would have shaped me to some extent.  I don’t want to be ordinary. I want to die as an inspiration...wants to leave a story behind before I die, probably as my ‘only valuable possession’. I know I have a spark in me; I’m just looking for that fire; a fire that will not only burn the nation’s mind but also me.