Zindagi Safari

    I shall always remember you, dream about you...the frosty darkness of a December morning, it was cold...The mist quietly slipped me further into my imagination...to the point where I could breathe the ice cold air and feel the numbness in my fingers...     The trees have always whispered in my ears, but today it hummed an almost eerie kind of a song. Walking past the whistling leaves that fell from the trees, I could hear quiet whispering and murmur...I  began to wonder if I was being followed and looked back to check, but saw none. Maybe it had something to do with the way I ran from the real, noisy world out there, to lose myself and be found again in this tranquil...     Letting go off my confusion, I resumed my path once again...My mind flew upto the trees and its scantily covered branches, the young birds must be nestled there, wrapped under their mother's wings...staring at the mist with their sleepy eyes...vulnerable and unaware of the atrocities of the outside world