I was then experiencing the lowest point of my life. The one I love most left me for a greener pasture, promising she will be back someday. When? she wasn't even sure. Neither how?

I dilly-dallied across a path of cemented walk where in between them each step, dak green leaves obscured the tiny marigolds.

Lonely, restless, confused and out of mind, I sat on top of a massive lonesome boulder, the reminder of a-thousand-year-ago eruption of a nearby volcano.

Atop, I could feel the fissures, weathered by time and wind. I remembered Sisyphus of Greek Mythology, who rolled up a slope a boulder.

Don't you think, that thought is more appropriate to me than to you. Someone relayed that message to my mind.