“Life is raw material.

We are artisans.

We can sculpt our existance into something beautiful,

or debase it into ugliness.

Its in our hands.”

Weekend it was. Monsoon was in full swing. She had plans, but had to drop it due to heavy rain outside.

Cool breeze was flowing in her room from her balcony.

Smell of wet soil made her senses to go wild. 

She opened the fridge to grab her chilled bottle of Corona.

Voracious reader needs just any book. But she was choosy, as she shuffled her library and picked Lousie L Hay’s

‘YOU CAN HEAL YOUR LIFE’

As the clock ticked, she turned each page with curiosity,

trying to understand the real meaning of life, while sipping her favourite beer.

That was a perfect Saturday evening she encountered with her own self.