People living in cubicle. People living in deserts. People living in storming snow. They are all people trying to make a place for themselves in this world which we call beautiful. People need to know who they are and what they are here for. Time does not stop for anyone. People need to figure out things before it's too late.
I saw him looking at the red bicycle. It was the same his mother had gifted him for his last birthday. His mother... he missed her. Soon after I saw him reaching the bicycle to climb. Reminiscence was all he felt. The red bicycle was the last memory his mother had left him with.
She was herself. She felt loving was not for her. Yet she gave herself away for that something she thought was never meant for her. She nurtured the love for nine beautiful months. She was the most glowing and affectionate mother to her radiant son. Loving hurts the most; but the face of her son shone like the brightest star of the darkest nights in her life. Till she became herself again.