When the birds chirp
early dawn in the spring, the fallen leaves rustles making the beautiful
combination of waves of sound and the sun rays passes through the torn piece of
my window curtains, vibration of morning alarm let me stipulate the nerves and
make my way to washroom. With hopes and dream I walk down the old road
which always conducts heat to my foot and that’s the reason I don’t like
summer. As it passes things become natural and seasons draw automatically.
In summer making
comfortable on the three legged chair and uneven table beneath the old wrecked
fan rotating making sound like the old frog crying whole night have moved four
years. Not knowing what basic engineer needs to do and find. Lots of formulae,
definition, rules, theory, philosophies and all forgets when semester turns the
next page and just being focused what should I write in the examination for the
score. When life ask for the main theme I will remember the time when sun touches
the horizon and friends calling for soccer we play always on the lawn ground,
stony field and concrete pitch where we always find ball kiss legs.
I loved walking back to
hostel after long day tour around the world under imagination with all great scientist
theories and proposal they made for developing this globe. Sometimes I remember
high school days back in my country, life in college in different nation seems
under the hasty and dusty land.
12 science ‘A’, Jigme
sherubling high secondary school was parent school when I used to be stupid,
careless and not too deterministic I want to talk to him and tell him how life
is and how hard it is, all left with is just this old man all with hollow mind
and that is what I have seen and witnessed with this life till now.
Man go to bed with the dreams and he dint like when he wake up with reality.I go to bed with you and wake up with me!
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