The expierance..
Sometimes we come across some expierances which are so honest that we wonder if its actually true ..And the basic underlying fact of honesty ironically makes it even more illusive. You want to hold it so tight that sometimes you feel it slipping rite thru your fingers ...hold it tighter and it slips faster..! I wonder if thats the beauty of it all...maybe the slippage itself is a part of the scheme of larger things..the feeling of the slip being as much a part of expierance as the sands itself..? may be ..maybe not? Who am I to comment on something thats beyond me... That expierance could be the shower of yellow flowers on a solitary tree..that expierance could be the wide blue sky..a well designed furniture..a handsome human ...fleeting foot prints on the beach or a conversation.. You want to relive it yet again and again because somehre it moved you beyond the drudgery of mundane ..you ant to relive it because somewhre you realise that life is a bit more dragging . But then that expi...