Small Talks

So am not gonna go with 'writing after long' stuff again. I write when feel like.

 

Once upon a time,

Our time in college, so many around us to join in for some good time with limitless goals. 

And then we graduate.

New world and new beginnings, crafted with curiosities, excitements and sorrows.

Life becomes a narrow tunnel and all that appears in front of us are limited goals, towards the end of a tunnel.

Sometimes the sorrow of having not many trusted people around rise up.

 

Then comes one fine day you have few charges on you. Time. Friend. An open World.

Breeze.

Calmness.

Greenery.

Strangers.

Small talks.

Mute conversations.

Then towards the end, you feel Happy. Content. Joyous.

A murmur to self...

...I had a nice time. :-)