I am a stowaway, destined to move inside circus walls. The road is bumpy but someone took my hand and gives me love. They showed me how to climb the ropes to do the clown craft of laughter and merriment. I hid in that shadow for a long time. Trying to balance reality with fiction. After learning its art inside a clown car, using thousands of balloons and standing in shadow of real self behind magic trick after 32 years Iām leaving the train life. The life of endless tickle gadgets and collecting smiles. Now I am a clown plane- cloths-division leading a life with magic wand of pen.