It’s like a no-looking-back journey through a tunnel- long, gloomy and enervating. But its’ not without hope; rather that is precisely what perennially spurs you on. You cannot miss it-the blinding light at the opening, injecting that much-needed zest which pushes you forward when merely trudging forward seems like an insurmountable job. Thus, you move on, trying to ease all difficulties by reminding yourself that emergence out of the tunnel, and into the light, would not only elicit a sense of fulfillment emanating from completion of a much-awaited task, but also embrace you with a sense of relief whose enormity cannot quite be measured. But what if you are stopped right at the opening. You can clearly see (and feel ) the light, in fact you’ve already put the seal of finality on your existence in that impending realm, but you cannot go any further, neither can you go back. ...