Between the lines stays a story.
I have forgotten the correct address to the purpose of my life. I never wanted to reveal this to you but since you were anxious enough to read between the lines, here I narrate you the paragraph. My dearest of all, I hold a reason for being away since long. Excuses are not entertained I know but here's a request to read this with a fraction of your patience. Thanks for bearing up. You know there were times and there are times when I feel I am sailing in the wrong direction or sometimes I don't even know whether the direction is right or wrong or just floating aimlessly. I am feeling those times, these days. I know whatever I am doing right now is not what I am suppose to do. But the harder part of irony is, I also don't know what exactly I am supposed to do. (sounds weird? I know.) In other words I have forgotten the correct address to the purpose of my life. I never wanted to reveal this to you but since you were anxious enough to read between the line