my little paradise...

Suddenly, the drive that moves me on to write something seems terribly missing. I've been a little tipsy turvy with my emotions .. be it an inexplicable sense of euphoria or a dark deep feeling of depression. I thought i had lost this urge to pen down my thoughts on the paper until today. Why does blogging always need to make sense. Hats off to those people who blog every day to give something more meaningful to people. Iam definitely not one of them.

Today is a beautiful day. drip, drop, spalsh, squish and it rained. The clear sky after Rain fascinates me. One can see the The bunnies, cats,bears, and hearts in the sky. Now i wonder how they take these recognisable shapes and patterns. Does the wind god and Brahma actually sit and make these impressions every day and constantly think how to improve on them everyday. Naah they are not software professionals! Drip, drop, splash, squish and it was raining and with the unexpected turn of events i leave zipping on my scooty -my priced possession. I knew i was being extremely harsh on my accelarator, got the speed levels higher and loved living every moment of it Almost always, it's the unexpected that brings us joy. It may only be a shaft of sunlight, slanting through the pillars of a banyan tree; or dewdrops caught in a spider's web or just an invite for having a plate of poha and chai for breakfast watching the rain. All the way i dreamt of a cyclist in the park, trim under his sleek soft red helmet, cruising along the dirt path...at three miles an hour. On his tricycle. Dreams are so weird and strange. Sure they would have some purpose. I wish i had a dream analyser that would help me in finding out whats running in ones mind..when one is asleep. I wish i could interpret my dreams.

Today is a beautiful day for someone else too who has gone ahead to make his dream come true. Happy birthday Little monk!