Dear Flattered, Thank you for your concern about the head spinning. please don't worry about me, for i am learning to manage the discomfort. however, your questions have me concerned whether you befell a similar predicament. i pray, let this not be so. Indeed, life is too short to be spent hiccupping. you worry about impending purgatory. Fair lady, what thoughts were you entertaining when you failed to observe the cardinal commandment "Thou Shalt Not Steal?" No, forget Fr. Andrew Wa. even the ailing pope may not be able to save me now. Instead, I will follow the trail of broken hearts to your doorstep, where you and a peacock's feather can finally do me proper justice. Alternatively, I can forever play hide and seek in this labyrinth of Sajha, which you call your virtual home. FYI, forever is a really long time. Yes my dear, this love has made me brave, courageous, and foolish all at once. Brave and courageous to pursue you, and perhaps foolish to continue on. Fair lady, it is not possible to be any more confused, for I am already engulfed in this amorous chaos of befuddlement. dust settling, you say? the dust would not settle even if I were to submerge myself in the icy waters of Alaska. But here's a thought. Perhaps I should move to Alaska and build an igloo shaped like your heart, and mediate on that karke nazar. Just me and my grief-stricken thoughts. Yours truly, Lovelorn PS: the head spin can be clockwise or counterclockwise, depending on whether you are looking from above or below, front or back.