Sometimes it’s good for a bird that not to fly and sit in its hole…

In the deep evenings with the shattering sun and the rising of half moon…

Sometimes just let the time go off…

And sit on the bench in a park…

Sometimes…

Observe the chirping of playing children.

and sometimes the silence of grandfather taking a walk around the park just convey many more things…

the youngster walks back to his home holding a tiny laptop with the huge responsibility of MNCs on his back..

His tiredness also teaches us a lot…

sometimes it’s good to sit and observe all this as I was doing on sitting on a little bench in a park holding an Ice-cream in hand which was now actually a melted one….