Memoirs is Mine !!!!!!!!!

One fine morning I found myself inside a wardrobe. A wardrobe full of colorful paintings, in one corner of the wardrobe there is a dilemma painting, while on the other side painting named soul curry was residing. I was waiting to find out a painting based on colorful kites but I found a painting of a girls dancing. Let the whole wardrobe be full of painting…….Life would be more colorful.

Everyday…..Everywhere….

The reflection of the street light during the night while the cacophony of the chirping birds during the day time mesmerizes the whole week after week. ….

The colorful T-shirt wants to wrap me while the blue and white blanket wants me to hide inside it….

The fragrance of the perfume and the dry flowers of the flower vase rejuvenate my mind and soul to feel and enjoy the moments of life….

The Rhythm of the heart beat and the crazy feelings of happiness make me to behave like a dumbo….

The aroma of the lavender colored soaps and the beauty of the painting having orange colorful leaves on trees create a sensational feeling inside me…..

The softness of the two hugging bears and the small size bed covered with colorful bed sheet dipped me into an enchanting kind of feeling.

The taste of the morning sweet tea and the spicy taste of the evening poori’s enough to make and feel jealous to the paper colorful fatty champi hanging inside the wardrobe…..

The dirt inside the laptop and the liquid inside the colin bottle irritates me create an allergic kind of feeling…..

The cuteness of the bear wearing pink kappa T-shirt and the tenderness of the person holding sandwiches in the photos make me to “stand-still”….

The marbles of the taj-mahal and the baby elephant inside a big elephant brings a caring kind of feeling…..

The Black Bossini and the white royal heritage inside the wardrobe makes each moment lavishly….

Holding lens of the camera, focusing on the memories, switching on the light, omitting the lines of afraidness makes me to feel secure inside the wardrobe…..

One fine evening holding an oil canvas having black door inside the taj, tears inside my eyes , holding red diaries carrying pebbles on my hand vanish all my future dream inside the wardrobe……

Next day when I open my eyes , situation switch off the light, I found myself inside a different wardrobe where there is only one painting hanging inside the door of it…..The painting says “Life is beautiful” …then what if it is written in black marker in a black board .

Memoirs is Mine!!!!!!!!!!!