Brightshare

It is the time Your time to win And fly. The sky is your's Be brave Walk ahead. Accept Learn And think. It is your time Win and fly.

I startled. I stopped near the staircase. I could listen his comments. He was shouting like a mad person.  I thought, I shouldn't think more about this. A woman is criticized more or less everywhere,  may in a office,  public place or home. But a woman has the power of patience. Her endurance can change the world. She can walk alone. I walked ahead with an usual smile and could discover "he is shouting, because he is inferior. "

The morning was so lovely and evening is inside the rain composing poetry. Amid all meetings, halla-gulla, yet enjoyed the day . Stock market was not so depressing with turns and twist of Infosys share. The magic of passive income goes on  alongwith the losses in blinks. Patience works everywhere .

It was the time,in between dawn and the morning.  Moon was gliding happily.The little bird entered the garden jumping from branches . It perched over a tender branch of pink flower bush and said 'wake up ,wake up.' I was there plucking flowers.  I remained still like a tree. It was so little. It's Brown polished wings were gleaming with touches of red pink glow of early morning.  A host of parrots appeared from the south eastern corner of the sky, and  flapping their gorgeous green wings went towards the north west corner over my head.  These all morning people,  I thought related to each other and have equal position before the eyes of Mother Nature whatever their size, shape or skills. Man is not the only child of God. 

After long days the beautiful dawn was waiting me. I opened the iron door switched on the garden light, stepped. I amazed with the beauty and bliss of  blossomed tree,herbs  and starry sky. Orion was smiling alongwith the moon. I smiled at them. The eastern sky was pink. An owl appeared from the north eastern sky. I remembered Harry Potter and his pet owl and the past, my school , my preparation for  eleventh exams. The dawn was touching. I again looked at Orion, and his gleaming dimond belt. He was bidding 'bye',  and vanished smiling. I collected flowers, a crow flapped its wings. Morning was yet to come. Time passed. From my chamber I heard the chirps of tiny birds. I smiled and lost.

It is the 'bye' days of mausumi. Every thing is fair and bright under the occasional rain. Focusing over the projects I have. My decisions are changing.  I am now want to write about the situations and people around. The nature also can be one attraction. I can write about the birds of my morning garden,  the flowers around and the tresspassers . These are all I want in my next book. I wrote poetry, but have not published. But, I want to self publish my short stories. It is a good decision I think. And a novel in NaNoWrimo will be a wonderful gift to myself. Happy writing 

This is the world of illussion. Yes, I agree. But till our end we have to remain inside it. So, we should take care of everything we have to derive happiness and peace till our end. Otherwise people around will take away what we have.      This world is really illussion. It is the truth. But it is for well-being of us. We should derive utmost happiness from this journey of illussion,  have care for it till the end, think about beauties  and feel bliss in our heart and mind accepting everything that we can not change.  Where we can change, we shouldn't delay. We have to act there with our utmost potential.  Working and putting ourselves in action will give us satisfaction.     Take care of everything you have. Keep minimal to look after them in less time. This is mantra. Have a good day.