How Cadmus Peverell died!!!

                       Idiosyncrasies of human mind are quite random. I guess every hyper-pseudo intellectual bong carries a part of Bibhutibhuson’s Apu in their heart. And I think it is a very common tendency of general homo sapiens of dreaming absurd. And another more typical fashion is disobeying social barriers and ignoring and trying to go beyond normality. It is always possible to contradict, but, still somehow, I like to see my character depicted largely under the impression of these.

                       As a child, on sultry summer afternoons I dreamt of being on the back of railway wagons, getting lost in unknown regions on my own. A romanticism generated from uncertainty and pathos of life used to fill my heart with complex happiness. A hope of freedom of thought, my free will and consequent possible diversities in life used to lure me.

                       

                        Now that I have finally decided to go easy on alcohol and try doing something substantial, at least something that will amuse me as any of my other frequent whims do and will not kill me anytime sooner, it is quite fascinating how choosy even a troubled human being can be!

                       So, at present time point, like every other insomniac night, on my quest of killing time I took up the resurrection stone to realise time and again how Cadmus Peverell died.