The quest goes on for the ever-elusive silver lining;
fueled by an ever-strong optimism
‘Do you sell enough balloons to make a decent earning?’ I asked the old balloon-seller.
‘You are mistaken my dear sir. I don’t sell balloons. I sell only dreams.’ He explained humbly.
‘And this yellow balloon………?’
‘This is my last dream – my last yellow dream.’
This is a capture from March 2015.
Sunsets are old friends of mine.
Each one of them reminds me of my losses and my gains.
Thankfully, each sunset makes me realize that my gains surpass my losses by a wide margin.
We are the dream merchants
We are always in loss
I have never really liked flowers. I find their colours too bright and unreal. And I have never liked the fact that beauty can be so temporary.
I don’t like flowers but apparently the camera of my mobile does love them a lot