But I still have in my memory those young days of my life when I was filled with romanticism and enthusiasm.Like everyone else I dreamt of being "dedicated as message of love to her and she accepting me with a lovely smile".There was sunshine everywhere and we enjoyed the lovely breeze of spring.
Nobody knowing where they will land up,just there was a hope of romance in everybody's life.Isn't this idea of hope has resemblance with your life !!!
when we are young,life looks like a dream and dream a reality,everything seems possible and reachable.But gradually reality comes into play and time reshapes our dream, sometimes in a beautiful way and most of the times just opposite.
Same happened with all of us. many of us took the shape of useless garland,some got stuck to Dulha's car,few dared to reach in girl's hand but thrown away, some outrightly rejected ,chosen ones took the shape of bouquet AND only lucky ones could achieve their DREAM.
But where was I?
I was there itself, in his hand ,hidden from her,asking him to gather strength,to show his hand lightly in air and at least say "This I brought for you".But he could not,may be that was not the right moment or may be he was a fool to keep me with himself.
Time has moved on and life is walking its path knowing not much about its destiny but just a little hope,I have lost my shine and fragrance but not the essence.
He still looks at me with same hope.................
AND utters with a sigh..."Aal izz welll".
