The journey had never been smooth. Cloudy sky and dusty roads propelled me to fly to the sun. I had flown. A droning flight as humble as my childhood was. My wings were torn and frayed like a flying kites that has been dragged against a breezy blow. Yet, every time I was touching the untrodden horizon with my golden phoenix-wings I was getting closer to my dreams.
Yesterday my vision was not obscured, not even for a moment, about this glorious today. I knew my wings were those boons which metamorphosised from my shabby old days - days which shaped up the brighter further. I am lucky for having those days in my bucket with storm and thunder n`. I am lucky to be egged on by my dreams and aspirations which had the strength to become truth with wisdom.
