An interview with my longing. I have always carried on my journey of life, besieged within my mind, my intellect as the blast of gunpowder. Just as I lose myself in the social and mundane spheres, in the same way the surrounding by the whirlwind of Peace and disturbance brings about a clash between virtues and vices. The thread of my breaths are running in a most critical and unendurable plight, perhaps it is the same Ocean of 'existence' which the sages and prophets of the past have hinted at, but a special longing keeps whetting my mind. For example, take Lord Buddha's spiritual quest: whatever passes in his mind, during the six long years of his mental and intellectual struggle, only the Buddha can explain. There is no account available. My 'self', however, ever requires a detailed account of that inner, spiritual conflict. In the same way there is, no doubt, a mention of the detached minds of Kabir, Nanak, Krishna, Jesus, and others; what were th...