I finally am living with my own true idea for the last two days. And the words of Robert McKee echoes in my mind... "Quite a few deranged souls believe they have perfected the art of story telling playing around with events in their lives and calling their semi-autobiographical sketch of events a classic of all times". That's exactly what Iam doing. Fiddling around with a few chosen moments of this long walk and crafting a screenplay out of it. I've been telling myself the same story over and over again trying to bridge the gaps and patch the holes. I realise I've a long way to go... Sometimes I can't resist this temptation of narrating it to someone but Iam still not sure if it would do it any good considering my prospective audience. And would I ever forget this long ride I went on right now ... straight out of my dreams! From behind the window of my car ... I could see the green fields reaching over to the sky ... clouds like the shadow of the princess of heaven playing in the rain and the last drops glistening from on top of every blade of grass like her cloak on earth .... little streams of water from on top of the car making the imagery look hazy, heavenly and as if just out of a dream ... the road never seemed to end, the music never seemed to stop, the sky never seemed closer .. I close my eyes and wish this never gets over.   ¶ 10:05 AM