It will be wrong to say
that days have no significance. Actually it is not every day that you feel
this way. But it is worth all the emotions that come along. I want to keep
alive the memory of that day because no matter how the universe might play golf
with my life, the smell of the colours of that day was a different kind of
pleasant. The wind was just perfect to blend my entire heart, psyche and being with
the upsurges of the sea creating a congruity with the phragmites dancing to the
light river breeze. The fluttering of
the butterflies synced with notes of patterns created by their winged journey
and my heartbeat. I can show you more if you really want to hear me out because
I was mistaken in assuming that forgetfulness can conquer this enduring impression. I am not lost alone.
