Laying on the floor buried with an onslaught of unrest melodies around his life everything appeared to be murky. Before he could think of a solution, addressing one his problem, another problem came knocking his memory lane. After a while, without giving any thought he got up and approached his imperfectly crafted, so called, cupboard. It was more of a room for his stuff and less of a cupboard. His, so called, cupboard was divided in three shelves having no inner divide in each shelf. Almost junk stuff, but still worthy of holding on to, occupied the lower shelf. Middle shelf occupied his clothes and personal accessories. Upper shelf held his books and a big carton. As soon as he laid his sight on the carton every single pandemic unrest that occupied the whole of his mind took a back seat. A reactive uncontrollable smile spread on his lips. At this point he was not mindful of the chain reaction happening within. Like one good emotion would attract another good em...