I Like !

‘Tis not sunrises that I find the most beautiful, but the precious little moments that precede sunrise, when the sky looks pensive, unwilling, almost, to give way to the light emerging from within. And then, like the mood of an upset child cajoled, it lightens suddenly, doing away with the shroud of darkness, gives way to the sunshine bursting through, to allow it to claim its rightful place in this world.

The Ordeal !

After the ordeal, someone told me, "Anything that doesn't kill you will only make you stronger". I wanted to tell him, "Sir, you forget, we all die in bits and pieces". What is left is a ghost of a man, shrouded in darkness, shoulders slumped, stumbling along the streets. Then, suddenly, he stops, his eyes coming to rest on something on the ground in front of him. For a moment, his eyes are filled with the light of hope and excitement. Then, as suddenly, it departs, fading away into the void of nothingness. And he continues to walk...........