Life!!!!

LoveIdeasFriendsEndings!!!!

Stories are all around us, in every face in every expression in every emotion there is a hidden story. Every time I walk on a road I see so many faces, so many people walking around, some rushing to go somewhere in a hurry, some just wondering some resting on a bench or just standing they all have a unique story and I wonder often what are they? What sort of story they have? Is it a love story or a tragic one or a drama full of every emotion or just a narrative description of one’s journey? I have a story, and like that everyone else has one too, we can know a person, we can make friends and can grow closer but the story of their life is always hidden in their own consciousness, and some of them shares it with the world as words, some through music, some with color but in a different manner everyone try at least once to tell their story, sometime we see, we listen sometime they just fade away in this amazing world like missing scenes in a movie edited by the directors. Sometime we just see the perfectly organize polished version, sometime nothing at all.

Stories all around, the bright blue sky someone is looking at it while living a story themselves, some flower in road side the moon the clouds the rain the rainbow is for everyone they are common in every life because how much separate we all are still we all connected to each other by a large and complicated story line, billions of characters, love tragedy action sadness heartbreaking finding love again a journey all of it a single story line we all in it still not able to see it, sometime we do, sometime tears can be share by millions of people at once  sometime we all laugh without realizing it, we all get scared we all look for love thousands of people unknowingly looking at the same moon feeling the same emotion, in that tiny second we all feel connected sometime.

Stories I always love, nothing else I love more than a good story of some real character, the story of the old women who lives in the home next to mine, how was her journey? Who was she? What were her dreams? What kind of story is hidden beside the wrinkled face, or the little kid playing in the playground, what story he will going to get, where he will be years later, all of these may be totally useless in day to day life but those little stories are one’s life and a life is never less important than anything.