I awoken from my sleep I found two birds chirping from a tree. I asked them what you are doing here, they replied me please let us free. I heard them very attentively I thought I should not disturb them anymore. So I decided to go for a Walk that is the part of my daily routine. I took my iPod and tried to play my favorite number but I found that it ran out of battery. What a pity today I have to walk without my beloved iPod, no problem I will try to listen the song of this morning today (I talked to myself). Soon I opened the door of my house I found sun was not yet arrived. Slowly and steadily, as I started to walk on the asphalt the noise of my Joggers reminded me the foot steps of the Soldiers. Forget about it, it was my old dream that I will join army one day; neither I made any attempt nor circumstances allowed me to do so, so I have to settle myself with a job of Accountant. Next thing I noticed that today every house of our colony telling me its story. The big white bungalow of Mr. Mathur who is a politician, told me please avoid to enter inside me without any reason. Next yellow building of Mr. Khanna who is a teacher, told me we should plant more and more trees to keep our city clean and green. Next small house of an old lady who lives alone since the death of her only pet Cat told me, my door always remains open for everyone please come inside and talk to me. And next three story tall and slim building of Shri. Ghanshyam Ji who is a popular businessman of our town told me, please send here someone; rooms are available on rent. At the end of our colony, there is a park where I use to walk every day. Three rounds when I have less work in office and two rounds when there is an overload. But today during my first round I have noticed, I swear first time in my life how beautiful this park was I did never appreciate its beauty from last, I don’t know how many year perhaps since my birth. I walks on this same track everyday but I never observed that, here Red Roses followed by Yellow Roses, Yellow Roses followed by White Roses and White Roses again followed by Red Roses. How many stories I heard today that I have never heard before, perhaps I missed them every day because I listen to my iPod instead them.
”I walking on the street,
With my sweet memories,
Calvary of my thoughts
Pouring wines in my imagination
How beautiful is this world,
But how poor I’m that I never knew it.”
”I walking on the street,
With my sweet memories,
Calvary of my thoughts
Pouring wines in my imagination
How beautiful is this world,
But how poor I’m that I never knew it.”
