Colors of life

Sometimes, life changes its colors so quickly that I am not able to recognize what is going on with me. I feel various things... happiness.... wonder.... rage.... a cloud in my throat.... different shades of my dreams.... and still feel I am in a different world. A world of my imaginations, where clouds are white like mountain of ice cream, where I don't need to hide myself to cry, where I can laugh without a reason. 

I don't know if you find it stupid... but I am writing all this because I wanted to write something. So many thoughts are floating in my mind, and I want to share them, but don't know from where to start. 

Well... when I sit in my room all alone, I can feel the charm of being alone, of being with myself. I can think about so many things and change them in to a story or a poem, or blog post. Wow! 

I am feeling beauty of life. When I was in Pilibhit, I used to love playing in rain... I still miss those childhood days. Now whenever it rains in Bangalore, I just love to look at gray black clouds and close my eyes to have a recap of those days. It is a bad thing that human memory is weak, as I am not able to recall everything. But still its good that I become happy with whatever I see, it is enough for me. 

Keep smiling!!!