After...years and years...I am back....but all the fizz and the vigour has gone...my age has squeezeed out all the energy in me.Now,I am just a mass of 62 kg flesh(yeah!!thatz my weight!!) and a bloodless brain.Ideas fight inside my brain..I feel it as a mother feels the movement of her li'l baby inside her womb..that is creative but this is not...i feel my ideas getting stuck at the bloody curves of the cerebrum and the cerebellum....Believe me,itz very painful.And,words stutter and stammer at the tip of my tongue when I speak..I start searching for my favourite word..When I write,I strike and strike..Sometimes I 'mispell'..Gawd!!This is terrific!!

Lucifer,make a deal..Seal on me 'Homo fuge' ...If I can trust you that you will give my powers back,seal on me...