I was within a tableland. The name of my tableland is silence. Now I can walk, am able to utter. But I can’t stare at the tabor of my silence. The earth also cites me that he was also silent. And we were hers. I am puzzled and so on… Now I am the father of time being. An arena has been created for playing. But when, the field is acceded. I have been the player in confidence. Who says me a player? To be a player a ground is needed. Mind is the ever ground for that. He always sends a message to his nearest feelings. So he is a haberdasher so called. I call him alive partner. Alive means not only