Some days are like bubbles in beer. They keep popping and you chug them down. What is beer then? I have no idea. Why do we even need one? A million things in this world defy logic, like uneducated people ruling over educated masses. A good day is like a drunk father, the emotional abuse happiness brings is often underrated. Where else does hope spring from? Why are we hurt? Climate is a liar: it rains during summer and not a drop sometimes, in monsoon. I love winter. She keeps her word, no matter how cold. Life is full of unspoken promises and unrealistic expectations; all we can do is take what comes. Some call it fate and by the time they realise, it’s too late.