As I sat down and titled the chapter, I looked at the guy sitting beside me in the airoplane. He seemed a bit confused towards everything he did. He seemed a bit, sad and a bit depressed.

Air conditioner was on, but he was sweating and his eyes were red in color. And it felt like someone had kept some amount of weight on his head. He didn't want to do things, but he was doing.

He was about twice my age. 29 or 30 I'd keep him. Him and I both being a human being, I asked him, If there's something he need? I don't know what could I offer, some help or something!?

I asked, "Is everything alright?" exactly the same thing I asked to him; however in a different language.

I waited for some seconds but I didn't got any reply.

"Sorry?" I had no idea why I said this.

"Huh?" the guy murmured, rolling his little red tongue.

"Is everything alright?" I had to repeat, even if I didn't wanted to...

"No it isn't. Everything's just so messed up. I do not know how to manage things in my life, I don't know in what way my life is going."

"Hmm..." what else I'd have said?