LIFE

Some little things are wonderful and one must learn to respect that. I remember when I was in school after a game of foot ball or cricket (during the P.T periods) we used to lie on the ground on our back in the sunny sky unfettered about the world the white shirt and embarrassing half grey pants. We relaxed and it was so wonderful. And some times away from the city lights in villages lying on the terrace, watching the stars, boasting about constellations, talking to my cousins. Basically just lazing around with a curious mind and no worries. For the whole universe in the front for me.



Its been long since I have laid my self on the open grass field. And how the preferences change, now, I will prefer night sky over a sunny day and would love it if no one is around even observing!.



But at times it all just happens. I laid myself in the cool breeze, sighing the deep breadth and disbanding myself, melting in the nature. Its like running from the world, rushing to the edge, you take a free fall from the terrace and suddenly find your wings and fly like a kite.



And life is worth. But as the Captain said, "Earn it".
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And then the sun so ever harshly shines. Like ur nostrils fill with sands. The alarm bell rings and with that starts all the ticklings in the mind. As some one said, just like pieces of glasses in my head. The dream is gone , the child is gone. Review meetings, preparation for exhitibitions, tough day. The flight of fancy is over and the kite is tired needs to land now.

This is life. I do not know if its worth.

Adios
Ankur