the best story in your life is your own.
the only story you truly live and would die for.
the random blurt of an innocent child, the genuine smile of a fellow train passenger, the nod of thanks of the old lady at the queue, the sad puppy face of your dog in the morning asking for breakfast, the annoyance of your kid brother(no matter how old he gets, he is still a kid to you), the stay out of my room stance of your elder sister, the toothy smile of the aged granny across the street, the heartfelt care for a new acquaintance. something's just happen for reasons you don’t know, or question. and when they do, you don’t analyze it, you embrace it, taking it as it comes. sometimes you tend to question, but when you do, just remember, the little bit of joy you get when life gives you a brush with well goodness
life is either seen with shades of white , black and gray for many. I refuse to compute in this manner, for me life is the shade of what I want it to be. and for me it is shades of purple. a mixture of red hot experiences and cool blue dreams, mixing into the vibrantly serene purple. gather your memories and see what shades sits for you. bon voyage. or rather bonjour.