Merci

This is the story of a room Buzzing with activity each day. Mails flew in, Mails flew out. Others – stacked like hay! Some mails were good, others bad. And when there was a conflict, the room went sad. The mean ones were plenty- found everywhere. Overpowered the good ones-caused despair! Mailboxes lined the door ‘Today’ overflowed,’ Past’ was overburdened. ‘Future’ held the dreams; some undelivered many left unopened. ‘Hope’ though kept asking for more This made it a healthy room for sure! And then the Storm arrived in town The mails fluttered in grief; The Door shut, the Windows vanished No sign of hope or relief! No helping hand, no place to go, No long lost love, no one they know. However, the season changed soon Happy mails buzzed in the room! The sun shone, the flowers bloomed. Music sailed, the angels danced. Rainbows smiled, reindeers pranced. Every mail was stamped with a smile An extra letter, takes you the ...

What do you prefer? Sunsets or Sunrise? I prefer sunrises. Though I can never wake up on time to see them. Yet, I prefer sunrises. You know what's the problem with sunsets? They can be enjoyed only when the sun is very far far away from you . Okay, you may laugh at that line now. The sun is many light years away from us anyway, right? But what I mean here is the horizon is far away from you. For example if you sat by the sea and watched the sun set, you could only enjoy it when it starts to dip and before that all you did was get burnt by the rays relentlessly falling on your face. But when you're sitting on a hill the horizon seems further away and the sunset can be enjoyed more. Or maybe on a fort. Which reminds me how I want to go to Udaipur and watch a sunset from atop a palace. This also brings me to a fact that ever since my last trip I haven't had a craving or need to travel anywhere else. It was more or less like Nirvana. I have recently started on a new vent...