Stranger...

He would always be standing on the other side of the fence and looking inside. Would see all of us play, fight and sometimes just sitting casually on the stairs and talking.

I would notice him come every day at sharp four o'clock in the afternoon, would stay there till we went inside for our tea and studies. He would smile or get sad at times seeing us play, his eyes followed each one of us, he enjoyed every moment of our life. At times I felt he could actually hear what we spoke, actually he was playing with us.

He would stand out with a bag in his hand, it seemed he came every day to give something to one of us out there, but he would never come in and go without even attempting to come in.

What was stopping him to come in ? Who did he come to see everyday? And Who was he ?

Is This Real!

Is This Real! or That was Real! mind keeps thinking, had it been the way it was ....would the life been good or what is happening now is better .

Then what one looks forward to is the Future. Visualises it to be the Best. So Keep walking towards the best. The Real is yet to happen.