While roaming through the e-library and going through the virtual stack of countless books, I realized one of them could be me. Mine. A book that transcends and narrates the chapters of my life, year by year, page by page. Gripped by the thought I was so curious to know how the end might be like? Will it be happy? Will it be sad? Will it let the readers or fellow people use their imagination to conjure an end? Will it have an end, if at all? Or is 'the ending' always something that we make out of it? A frown that can be read as a smile when turned upside down. Or vice versa.