I am clueless having absolutely no idea. That person is changing. I don’t know why this is happening. But it is. That being is becoming more dry with each day. A part of me is thankful. That part of me lives beyond emotions. The other part feels this change and lets it alter his happiness. He, upon comparison of present with the old days, finds that person transforming into a complete stranger. Strange. There are so many things that he keeps observing silently and giving himself to emotions of sorrow. The other, upper one is elated already and waiting for a silent revenge.