It was known that my end was drawing near. It was known that following a few more sunsets, the succeeding sunrise wouldn’t be lucky enough to have a glimpse of my face when my feet would be striving to attain a state of perfection in health on the sands of the beach. But contentment is something alien to the world of today- the same world that had at one point of time found happiness in what was available and what was within reach. My eyes, that were a window to truth and reality seemed to lose interest in assisting me to distinguish between the two contrasting worlds of eternal truth and eternal falsification. A surgery was demanded and that too in a far off land, crossing the seas.
