Inconsistency

I am very much fond of looking at the autumn sky. On seeing the clouds that look like white cotton flying in the blue sky makes me to get lost in the lap of nature. It is difficult to explain anyone that the blue color of the sky and the white cloud has so much power to pull the mind. All day long I simply want to float like a white cloud amid that blue. If you bring back the sight from the sky and look to the ground, you can see the amazing beauty of mother nature. Bowing down and shaking of heads of white KASH flowers with the gentle blow of wind can mesmerize everyone. The hug of the wind and the speech to the ears of green paddy in the field, can take you to the world of imagination.

All around amusement through the fragrance of CHEYULI flower although its life is too short on its plant. The aroma carried out by breeze on its wings take it through far and wide. Moreover, the wind has another function. It brings out the message of arrival of Mother Durga. Even with thousands of hardships, everyone wants to get a little joy on abandoning his own sorrows during those four days of devotion.

I like autumn so much as I get to remain happy all through the season on looking at the beauty of mother nature. When I become a little older, a new obsession of love starts to break through the fence of my heart, the tendency to hide myself from the eyes of the people of the house and neighborhoods awakes deep in my mind as you change my likings. From that day onwards I have started to like spring as you increase my desire to have my dreams colorful. The ability to appreciate the beauty of the variety of flowers around me increases as you have approached me. Y

ou have changed my likings to think of how colorful, how dreamy, how artistic the world is. The humble bees start showing its affection for the flowers. Even if the flower feels the hug like a torture and may not feel comfortable, in fact the bee sits on the flower’s body and instead of demolishing the beauty it takes cares of it maintaining the dignity of flower’s elegance, odor and nectar.

People's liking is variable, and it depends on the time. I like my mother since childhood. Who else can give so much of affection, tenderness, and reliance? Your presence at the time of adolescence has changed the variety of love. You have built in me a new kind of dependence, assuring that from this time onwards we will be able to travel through our lives together in one way. How the eye with which I have seen the world before has now changed to a new. The blue glow of the sky, the raft of white clouds slowly lost in the land of dreams. The merging of one's green mind with the greens of the field does not last long, gets changed with the passing of time.

On merging your love into my own love, leaving the old dreams in the land of past, on matching the new eyes with the unity of vision in the way of togetherness, you have guided the feeling in me to get into your own new way. I have not lost anything in this change, but I have enriched me and my favorite mind a lot. I have got augmented with the hope of spreading my thoughts in different ways, with the hope of seeing something better and with the hope of feeling better. I started to float in another new environment where only you, me, and our loved ones all will remain together.