I see all people in my life as clouds. They merely add effects to the already pretty background. But no feeling or incident would be of any importance without such effects. Life is bland without drama. Drama is to our lives what salt and pepper ae to food. The condiments without which the food will have no significance.

This weekend is dedicated to many of those clouds in my life. Sunday morning to sought help in maths from an aunt who helped  me open my eyes up. She gave me some much needed guidance.
She is the type of cloud that exists to help adjust the colours in the sky. They make it possible for us to enjoy the sun. They act as a shade in time when the sun is harsh. They clear things up. I will always remember what she taught me.

While coming back from her house, my mother told me that my granduncle is unwell. The doctor suspect last stage cancer. This broke my heart. His wife passed away only an year ago and it just seems unfair to the family. Most people would think that those type of clouds won't effect my main picture but they are wrong. Every cloud matters. And each cloud that stops existing will exist as a ornamental star in the night sky.

Some clouds appear seldom now. I miss those.
Nevertheless, the scenery will exist no matter what. Life goes on.

Tomorrow is another day and I'm looking forward to it. That's enough for today.