Things out of reach are so very sweet. Once you get them they lose their fragrance and impact. So, the best thing is to make those things unreachable. At least their hope will keep us moving. And our ancestors teaching and the business of those so called saints would keep on blooming. Let’s keep on learning those things which we already know.

Fools we are and fools we want to be. And the big irony is that we think ourselves to be intelligent. Not just intelligent but very intelligent. And again coming to the same thing that; we if we are not intelligent then someday we would be. It could be at the last moment of our life. I feel we should change the word life and name it Hope. At least some sense will come out of it.

At some moments of my life, in spite of being the biggest fan of Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening”, I fail to understand what he meant by the lines;

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep.