Jamboree

Life is beautiful Indeed, if one knows how to live it. Walking on the streets at the time of the day when the sun is on its way to head back to its place and suddenly, I realise how beautiful it looks. The vibrancy of it when surrounded with merry colours of orange,  yellow and pink. The sky, it’s widespread, limitless and endless. It cares about no bounds. I am walking, under the pink sky and over the shadowy road and thinking about how people sitting inside their 4 storey bungalows are missing a major view of what beauty looks like. I walk down the street expecting it to take me somewhere. For now, the sun was setting, the rays were struggling their way through the clouds. My sneakers felt tired but there was this weird urge of keep going and voila! This is it! This was everything! It gave loud, merry and joyous aura. However, no one was there but trees, birds, beetles, plants, weeds, sun, rays still struggling their way through and me and of course the protagonist of life, NATURE. A little bit more than ‘no one’ I suppose. It felt as if nature was having its own merry jamboree. I didn’t want to crash in but I guess I was gaily invited. And what did I do? I was just being myself! They thought it was cool.