Life is beautiful
...ng. These yellow leaves were once strong green powerhouses that worked indefatigably for the growth of the tree. The tree is taller, stronger and bigger than it was when we were new arrivals in the hostel. As I watch the tree a bird came hopping along the branches eating the buds and to my distress it twisted one of the new leaves and the leaf fell to the ground. Few minutes later a pleasant breeze came and one of the yellow leaves blew with it. Every time I look at the tree it is what gives me inspiration to live. I am similar to the new leaf hanging in the branches. A bird may detach me from the tree or I may live till the March wind will blow me away, or even if I survive the March wind I'll have to surrender before the pleasant spring breeze. I am mortal. And this is life. It doesn't matter when the leaves will have to leave the tree. What matters is the existence of the tree and what the leaves contribute to the tree. Every leaf does its share of job sincerely. And I'll certainly do my share of job. I will do my best to make my tree of humanity stronger and firmer. The path is not just the replica of the place where we shouted and sang, where I usually sprinted in the evenings and where we read in the coolness of the mornings. It is where I shaped myself. Every evening, after my d...