I was walking through a road...a long one. I looked straight to see where it extended up to..but couldn't see that clear for it looked faint in the misty air that followed. The sky was clear and blue, beneath which I stepped with hope not letting my dreams fall of from my hands.As I walked, I looked into the green grasses that bore colourful flowers and I was pleased to see them and wanted to collect some! But, I suddenly realised that these tender flowers would not be of any use in my long journey to an unknown yet seemingly himalayan destination.I decided to continue my journey leaving behind these sweet flowers.I walked long along the long road.Days and nights passed, but I was not to stop by.I was hungry,tired and exhausted...but , my dreams gave me all the strength that would be and could be there on this universe!
       One day, I just began to think of my destination...but, I came to the realisation that I was not satisfied by my journey that lead me to an unknown destiny...and I thought how far and how long could I keep walking!? will I reach my destination ever?I felt like losing hope, lacking strength to walk further!
       My foot trembled in numbness. I stopped all of a sudden. I just looked beside me, there lay the same grass with those sweet and beautiful flowers. They did always admire me, but I used to ignore them all the days when they were with me all my way...I felt guilty...I threw my dreams away in the misty air and decided to go with the flowers instead for the rest of my life.The flowers were happy and they gave me better dreams and showed me a new path to reach a clear destiny.I thanked the flowers and went on...
     And sometimes it happens...Changes are inevitable in life! Something uncertain can always mislead you. But a bit of certainty can bring much meaning in to your life...enjoy the little things...!:)

A typical writer was always cursed of his selfishness. Is it possible that you begin to publish your works if you were not so selfish? How come you become so obsessed with your own self while you are always expecting a listener to listen to you! No man on earth should have written down his thoughts if he was not expected to be selfish! But, may be there is a case beyond that...when you believe in your own very 'self', when you believe that you were created different from the others that makes you unique. Why not such a thinking let you leave a milestone, perhaps a unique one before you undo your own existance? At least one should not ignore the possibilities of a genuine writing! A piece of writing is not just for publicity like it was mostly believed to be, it is above all an attempt to justify your existance. It is an endless plight to share one's unique ideas! It is a contribution, a social service..!

A cold  misty morning...any one waking up from sleep will want to look out through the window. And when you look out tilting your head a bit, feeling the cold metallic frame of the window...you see a a little sleepy bird yawning...sitting on the tip of a narrow little branch. A cool breeze slides down your face, brushing your hairs away...you look far into the horizon and gazes upon the deep blue sky touching the far away hill tops...you see birds flying in the morning sky fluttering their restless wings...the sun has bathed the blue sky in its orange rays...and the greeny vegetation has only begun to gain its greenness from the darkness left on them by last night...

Reinterpreting is somehow not as easy as it seems...It would be almost as erasing your constructed perspective or formed ideas and constructing a whole new yourself of zero subjectivity, making yourself an impossible and suspended referance point...and going beyond the apparent near to you horizon into the endless space of interpretations...