‘One day’ always presents the twist in the story, doesn’t it? Always comes just before the point when things are just about to turn around. It never gets old for many an avid reader, because it is an interest-arousing prefix. Its announcement makes the human mind wonder what could be next, what was about to go down, what was about to be recorded that bore witness of the change in the wind. But more interestingly, and most importantly, it isn’t a word that is said just when things are about to turn around, but even when there is the hope that they are eventually going to. I feel it comes from the deepest parts of a man’s ambitions, aspirations, desires, hopes, frustrations, depressions, and in his moments of solitude, paranoia, and sobriety when he says, “One day…” And the moment he says it, nothing else matters. Nothing but the next few words that follow, which carry in them the weight of his emotions. The words in which all that he believes in and all that he has lived for burst in...