What a morning

It is a Sunday and the last day of a three day holiday stretch.When I was about to come in terms with the morning I was forced to break my slumber, you know why because you cannot ignore a priceless smile.The smile was of my nephew who is now a seven months old kid and it is his duty to wake me up every morning with his bright and radiant smile.

In my bed I was thinking how to start my day; I remembered that few pages of yesterdays supplement is yet to be covered. So started to flip the last of pages and stumbled upon a short but fascinating Story of a boy who left this cruel world when was only twenty years old. This wonder boy was suffering from dyslexia,partial hearing impairment and met with two major accidents. His mother called him Arpan and his father Ali. But was a great painter.

After his death,the parents, started to collate his Life by putting together every small bit of his life through notes and very recently they published a coffee table book with forword from Mr Amir Khan, as a tribute to their son.

Sometimes I wonder why life of such pristine souls is very small? Is our world has no right to hold back them? May be yes? The world which is selling its spirit to some wrenching idiots everyday has no rights whatsoever to be abode to such blissful and wonderful creations of almighty. Even taking birth in this stale garbage is a sin and may have lost their way to take birth here.

Anyways what a morning to start with and it becomes more fascinating that it is the yesterday's news that gave me some food for thought. Whatever enjoy your Sunday...........