There’s a corner of my heart that is yet untouched. Almost inaccessible. Hence, it is indifferent and unfeeling. Nothing reaches it. Nothing escapes from it. Like Schrodinger’s cat, love/hate in equal measures might very well be alive in it. Or not. You’d never know unless you unlock the door. But the path leading upto it is a labyrinth. A hideous, dangerous maze. One wrong turn and you’d get caught among the worst of my memories. Yet another and you’d be sucked dry by the remnants of my despair – of bubbles burst, hopes dashed and dreams unfulfilled. Somewhere else you might be cornered by my deepest, darkest fears. And then again, in a murky lane would be the sum total of my desires. It’s an arduous journey, I must say. The journey in itself a life-long experience. Undertake it, if you will. Reach the door, if you can. Unlock it, maybe. Here’s the key. Would you like to see?