Scribbles on an afternoon.

I stand here, right in front of a dream that caught me only recently. I look at the road on both the sides and I wonder how life got busy in quick time.

The happiness of being busy is because of the welcome relief it offered. To share this happiness to someone close is a different feeling.

And then..

Suddenly the lightning stroke. The thunder followed. Rain washed away all of those happiness.

But..

I turned back. I see the dream again. I smile.

Life is all about dreams which make you happy.