I was watching the beautiful sky sitting in the veranda of a two storied apartment in a serene morning. The sky was blue, except for few wool-like whitish clouds.
In a little while a small aeroplane, coloured in white and red rose from the nearby air port like a bird. It took off into the blue sky. I kept watching so leisurely that I enjoyed the fly of this artificial bird into the blue.
That attractive scene didn't last long proving once again the undeniable truth that everything is uncertain. Do you know what happened to that aeroplane?
It hit against a huge cloud. Cloud was like a sponge and the aeroplane got thrown back. Oh! it was thrown towards me. The huge bird was just going to blast me into ashes. Luckily I got up from my weird sleep :)
Hey, does anyone of you know what this weird dream say?
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Narrow Escape!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
World for his kid...
Today on my way home in the small passenger van, along the narrow road I saw a certain incident which captured my heart. The road though small was crowdy and full of small vehicles, three wheelers, motor bikes and pedestrians and so on and so forth.
Among the crowd a motor bike came towards my way, which was heavy with a big bundle at the back and a small kid stting in between father's lap. The car driving in front of this father's motor bike suddenly disposed a cloud of black smoke. This poor father, despite the concentration on balancing the heavy load, finding way through the crowd, despite the disturbed eye sight offered his hand to close his kid's nose, to protect him from inhaling that black smoke.
How many such fathers worry for seeing a world where their kids have at least a bit of pure air to inhale...
Among the crowd a motor bike came towards my way, which was heavy with a big bundle at the back and a small kid stting in between father's lap. The car driving in front of this father's motor bike suddenly disposed a cloud of black smoke. This poor father, despite the concentration on balancing the heavy load, finding way through the crowd, despite the disturbed eye sight offered his hand to close his kid's nose, to protect him from inhaling that black smoke.
How many such fathers worry for seeing a world where their kids have at least a bit of pure air to inhale...
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