the above line may look as philosophical,it may be taken as the li'l child's resoluteness or either may be interpreted as the cry of insane,well..everyone has a different prospective.
while coming back from a sacred place,this meteor of imagination and deep thinking hit my head,
for the first time,the quack of hen,barking of dog,playful voices of street children,hale of parantha shop,was suddenly or may be,,deliberately came out to be of certain importance.
everyone,from a dog to a man,strives to adorn a better being.every one, whether works in a pan shop,or in high class society,is attracted towards the gleamy charm.
everyone has got life.everyone tries to fit in, everyone,,in the end either gleefully of dismally fits into the cubicals meant for them,
they somehow,someway soothes their mind and cope up with what life has given to them n draws a big fake smile.
as of this age,its always wondrous fact that where we are destined to go?on which road our footsteps would leave a mark?
but the real question is whether it'd be deserved to be pacified or the world will end up giving a fake guffaw?
does following a dream is enough to persuade the triumphant future?no one knows...no one knows..
weaving a yarn of dreams is what we do,n its the only thing which could be done.
everyone does hard-work,pays full devotion at its best.
but why is it that not everyone ain't enough debonair?
