rocket

i joined the group of industrialist for making a rocket in my arm chair. without my contribution since i was peeved at the discrimination the rocket was already built. i joined them in a open field for rocket launch. inside the rocket was a packet of food for astronaut too.

rocket did go up after three successive stages of firing it came back and was caught by Daw.

[my dream of mocking my attempt to leave materialistic world.
my status did not make me happy. i am supposed to be absent as per me and not participating but i am happy to be considered but not about my position.]

all is in my stomach and undigested giving me pains dreams and discomfort without solution. not even zero gravity in Sky.

All theory practice reading writing god prayer medication meditation analysis seeing yoga pledge determination abstinence or device is useless; nothing not even me can cure me.

impossible. In my world if there is something that can never happen, it is cure of my chronic indigestion. I am solely responsible for this. It is my Karma.