Practicing monologue, and pushing myself into ambiguity – contradicting and contrasting with me, myself and I. I love that and I love yours. Act 1: Monologues are good, especially while it is meant for us, ourselves. One can not distort the genuineness of it while it is for self. When ambiguity engulfs us in to darkness and we seem to live a lie, it gives us perspective in to things. And when we read of others, it gives us vision of theirs, which many a times depicts the exactness of ours. Monologues do not bore, for if not for many monologues how would I come in terms with my darkness? Sometimes I wonder did I give just enough or a little too much of myself to me. It's good to hear ourselves speak to us, atypical of that general monologue. When we talk nineteen to the dozen and laugh at ourselves. When we just might get a touch too emotional and try to replenish the guilt. And then smile. I am plaintiff, prosecutor, defendant, as well as judge/jury. ---- Keep it coming and I promise to keep on reading. Nice going! It's been long due. Good luck for exams Nirman birader. Let the path be divided and life continue, for the destination is one. The only regret is, would I be too late, or would you still wait for me? Oh well! Another bout please! IndisGuise:)