When hearts break, when dreams shatter, when hopes fall… There is no noise.
It is not less than a calamity, a mental chaos to experience a downfall…
When you see your much-adored dreams shattering in front of your eyes.
When the wings of hope, on which you aimed to fly high, break down and fall.
You run to and fro to set things alright; you brainstorm more than capacity to figure out a solution; you approach anybody who seems like a source of some help… but sadly, nothing works. Things fall in front of you and you are left clueless, helpless.
How do you cope? How did you bring yourself some ease? Nothing, absolutely nothing seems to please.
As a norm of society, you are still expected to accept everything, pick yourself up and stand back again.