So I was thinking..
Last time we saw those pavings ,some painful past ,full of agony was hidden somewhere in the heart of each of us.The departure could have been better if we laughed and giggled a bit before leaving .I just wonder, if the house we left could have been a bit lively and didn’t disturb me every now and then in the immaterial sketches of my dream. There lies a grudge. Still somewhere ..of leaving you all alone there ,with the echoes of the family talks which we had! In my dream I realised that there was something alive between the bricks and stones of the house we left behind,and suddenly ,it struck that how easy it was for us to move because we could walk but you were standstill..so still that stillness felt shame for not being able to move! It is sometimes hard to understand why the realisation sweeps the emptiness of an empty day into a day where you could possibly think of everything that you would have otherwise have never thought of.That day I realised that most busy days are the...