Effort is the word. It makes its presence felt in every day and every night that slowly glide themselves in, into our lives. The earth has to pull all its weight and make a perfect somersault for nights and days to rain. I do make efforts, plenty of them. But every hope crushes, every dream crashes and many smiles wear away, with what comes back. All my efforts are made by an alien, someone I cannot identify with, to drag herself out of this stinking world.Yes,there are priceless returns ,maybe a steaming cup of coffee, as I watch the raindrops pushing their way on the glass window pane ,making a cascade of abstracts. What can I say? Life is beautiful!

Birds...Ahh liberated souls. Can fly across the globes, without passport-checks and renewals; VISA interviews; not to forget the enormous amounts that we need to shell out from our pockets, that we earn after filling up oceans with our sweat drops. No yellow journalism, no Narmads bachao andolans, no election bribes, no pathetic performances in Olympics, no uneducated netas to bully them, no corrupted grassroots, no animated fake smiles, no liquor bans………..

Idly pondering I made a wish, symbolically looking at the skies. Some day, I wish I could Represent only myself…soaring in the skies above the hypocrisy and the fakeness of the world.True, I can never change the already tried-out and existing ways of the world. I do not even wish to. I just make a wish…that someday I could