It ain't a pleasant feeling when you see someone else weaving a dream for you while you are still occupied in a world your own..when you are still splashing angry colors of your sulkings & choosing colors for all your longings..when you are still so occupied in adorning your world that whenever your shift your gaze to look up, you choose a star each time from the infinity to fill your own night sky..

I've returned here often..many more times than i've chosen to leave..
And every time the contrast strikes, so bold.
And like never before, i wish that this place live.