On a Friday evening, I carried a huge black chair to my terrace ignoring how heavy it was. While I was panting and gasping for air while carrying that chair, I wondered why I was breaking a sweat by carrying a chair instead of partying and clubbing on a Friday night. Well, not much of a party girl I guess. I felt warm air hit my upper lips as I exhaled some air and took a long breath. Phew! Never thought carrying a damn chair would be so tiring. After I got over the fact that I really needed to start working out, I sat. I sat and stared. Stared at the clouds. The clouds that were so mesmerizing that it made me think. How does it feel to be appreciated by everyone? I mean, have you ever heard anyone say that clouds are unattractive? Have you ever seen anyone contort their face or frown or grimace while watching a sunset? Maybe not everyone gets mesmerized by clouds and the sky and sunsets but nobody scrunches their nose in disgust while staring at the sky either, do they? So I squin...