I can smell the oldness of time ,its tricks ,which it uses to play with us and its wisdom of choices .Since the universe is formed this time is still here it is we who is passing quickly.In each coming second it draws and erases different faces from beautiful screen of earth.Years and months exist only for us.For time itself these words have no meaning , time seems to play with us like a proud child who has countless toys and does not cares how much toys are broken in his rough game.
Some times it feels like a train carrying us since centuries with no destination at all.When this passes through the station of life.We open our eyes with excitement and watch it with happiness and greed as if we will stay here for ever. But instead of its stop or drop us it takes us away .
I think its not fair that I am writing what ever is coming in my head without thinking that it has no good , may be it is a result of my flu season 2.So its forgivable hmm...
When I looked at the cars packed with healthy faces , Children playing in parks spreading their laughter ,people shopping just for time pass I thought life is beautiful.When I saw children cleaning cars bare foot on freezing roads ,Men sitting on footpath in deep worry cause due to rain he did not get his daily wage. then I thought that life will be more beautiful if someone can make a bridge between these both sides of people.