The loss of power on the last standing bulb, marked the fall of a big banyan tree finally after four hundred years of toil on the only transformer in the area. The spies of Kala(the God Of Death) were hunting to collect the souls before the dawn to please their always upset master. They were successful in gathering all those lost souls, the escaped souls and dead souls, but there he lied on his bed denying those who came asking for the only part left in his body - The Soul.... The arrival of sun brought joy to his otherwise devastated mind, the dearth of the people who liked him and the scarcity of nourishment never curbed his desire to live. As the sages and ages say, he lived to see another day which marked a unmarked achievement in his diary which has not seen pen for a year or so, when he last could move him currently numb fingers. He lived his life to write the thoughts and glory of the contemporary maniacs who ruled the era. The life well lived in motion chasing dreams a