When muse calls.

Specially in moonlights when the sky wears gentle white beams, I love to spend mid-nights in the balcony couch with my friend ,the shadow of the big tree which resides beside the house I stay. That night the shadow was dancing with rhythm of desert wind and suddenly asked ‘What it is? What makes you sit here in the dark, are you looking for something?’ I thought a while. ‘May be’ I answered ‘looking for lights.’

-Why?

-I don’t know, seems like it meant to be.

-Oh, is not it your limited perception? Thinking all good and happy things should happen.

-yeah may be, what’s wrong with that?

-The idea of perfection perhaps the nature itself denies. It moves on with rhythm of odds and even, good or bad and dual in between perfection and imperfection, it’s never verdict for one. When will you learn?

That night, it seemed the truth uncovered itself. Was I disappointed? I guess not. I felt kind of relief, like big burden gone, I felt light and right. After all who bid for a life of full perfection according to individual when most of the thing is not just our hands? There is an immense pressure to set a perfect life with great deal of disappointments. Better let the life to be the way it is. Suddenly my coffee tasted better than all nights I had here… Slrup!!!

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