I continued in silence, bearing the tyranny destiny offered me. Moving from one place to another, doing all the errands in a lifeless, mechanical way. Life was reduced to just a word.
With no joy and sleepless nights, my world was limited to a set of routine repetitive movements, with none of the acts being registered in my mind. No emotions flowing and neither ridicule nor affection touched me.
I watched myself as a spectator playing the game of life in a very efficient manner, however lacking the emotional reactions and outbursts which were a part and parcel of my former nature.
Life revolved around me, but non touched my very existence. A silent melancholy had settled on me, unmovable, unshakable, in refutable.