And just when I think I am over with this storm, another storm is knocking on my door. Maybe the storm isn’t the right term for this. It is more like waves, one followed by the other, coming to me one by one.  And every time taking something away from me, little by little. But I still sit at the shore and glance at the remains. The trail of destruction indicates that it indeed was a storm. So I challenge myself to sit here for the longest. Because one day the storm will end and that day the scenery will be worth the wait.