Life..what would u call life?Is it like the roaring waves that call u in the middle of the night? Only to discover in the morning that it was all a dream. Or is it the tear drop that fell from your eyes? And yet the same drop of water that gave you a glimpse of your own reflection. A glimpse of who you are..what you needed all along to stand back up again. What is life anyway? Sorrow with a drop of hope? Or reverie with a pinch of melancholy? I fall into sheer confusion, everytime I try to look back and give a word to my life. I don't know what to call it, neither can you. As long as we breathe, we live, and we live, till we breathe. This is life, I guess its just the way it is, the way it was meant to be.