everydaywithri

Monday evening, I did see yesterday people at the park on a Monday evening like everything was like before , like nothing changed. They were with a bottle of wine and their companions. Not a care in the world, their bare bodies taking in as much sun as they could knowing that today would be a rainy day. They wanted the moment in the sun to last for the longest time. While i strolled through the park enjoying watching them soak the sun like i couldn't. The world seems to be at a strange transition and i feel like in the middle of it all. Where one half is still holding on to what was and the other what is to be. Why can't we take each moment like it were our last and make the most count. Why do we struggle to go through with things that don't please us but we do it because it makes us what it makes everybody else and we are a mere part of what everybody else wants. Why has my laughter become a mere memory . Why is there so much confusion and no clarity? Why is there more noi...