I'm sitting in the corniche lawn facing the "M" building in front of a man-made lake, at the back is a busy street where cars come and go. Numerous people are roaming around and I'm not in the mood to do the same. I chose to have a place of my own, unavailable to anyone. My solitude.
As I thought it seems peaceful. No violence, no troubles, and no problem. People are having their good times with their relatives, friends, and acquaintances.
The wind is blowing to my ears and the moon is staring at