From happiness to dismay to getting back and flashing that smile again.. I sometimes wonder what's in store.. but then just smile with the hope to see the colours that mix together to paint that perfect picture. I read an article as a child in the centre page of The Times of India..a column called "The Speaking Tree" and never forgot what it said.. It made a difference in my being then and continues to do so.
As I get my feet back on the ground, I think of all the times gone by and how I evolved in the process. I love the picture that I see so far, although I may not understand it fully, but am sure the colours and their shades and hues will come together and paint the perfect picture for me..
I walk steadily with this hope and carry that colour with me to be the change I so want to see..
