6.53 pm I find it amazing how even in the darkest of storms, there could still be light rays penetrating through the clouds, showing that there could still be light no matter how scary and dark it gets. My current view from my hostel room is the perfect epitome of that. Five minutes ago, dark clouds rolled over the hills but a slight hint of the evening hues fought through the tight grasp of the clouds and when they finally went through, it gave me an indescribable feeling. They are finally making their last entrance before the day shifts to the night, when the sun retreats and the moon reciprocates by diligently shining its scarce, dim light upon us all. Clouds are drifting fast and so are my emotions as they pave their path synchronously with the random movement of the billows. The question is, are the movements really random? Or are they controlled by an omnipotent power that we do not acknowledge? Even if we do acknowledge the...