So it’s late in the
night, as usual dogs are howling away to glory! Is it full moon today? I don’t know.
It has been a while since I looked up at the sky; too busy clearing and
emptying the clouds that surround in my life. Which reminds me of this long
forgotten cartoon called Oswald. Now when I look back I find the whole concept
so amusing yet so profound. We all have this cloud that moves along with us
wherever we go. No matter what we do it just follows us. The more we run away
the more it troubles us. It sure is intimidating initially, creating thunders
deep in your bosom. Most of us seek the help of the umbrella, when the clouds
burst and create a wrath like havoc. While some others brave the rains by
themselves. I am an umbrella seeker. The shelter of this commonly used thing is
undoubtedly comforting. The thing that I really like about them is they are
really handy and are open to all your worries and at the end when they do bid
adieu until next time, they do make sure that the silver linings are visible.
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