A colourful journey...called Life

...the old man is snoring... It was getting hotter by the day..summer heat was on...and then almost out of nowhere...we are blessed with showers...showers of cool breeze...showers of..green leaves all bathed clean...showers...of the lovely smell of wet mud... You watch the lightening...and wait for the sound of thunder...watch the beauty of the colors displayed in the sky.... You watch the water pouring..and turning every small thing it touches into a new..fresh..being...It almost feels like a new fresh start... The wind blows in your face..and your strive to keep your hair tied...through the gaps you admire the beauty that the showers leave behind...through the gaps you are transported to a time before this moment... And in that very nostalgic weather...you discuss what rain reminds you and your colleagues... Someone remembers himself reading comics...another is reminded of the summer vacations getting over...another remembers covering new school textbooks and notebooks with bro

Everyone wants to make money as soon as he/she first realizes that money buys us material happiness. When we were kids we needed money to buy chocolates and candies. After we grew up a little we started demanding toys..then vehicles, cellphones..the list is never ending. After we graduate our only aim, most often sub-consciously is to make money so that we can live a comfortable life later on. After we start our job..we often realize that they do get monotonous and repetitive however cutting edge be the technology we work on (here I'm talking about the IT industry because I could confidently talk about it from an insider's view point). And so..to keep yourself sane you often fall back on your hobby..the one (or more) things that keep you happy..and happy from within. For me..painting has been one such happiness that never disappoints me. Even if I paint a disaster, it keeps me happy. And so..here is..one more painting which I think is brilliant..obviously not comparable to