I am writing about this again. I have written about it in all my blogs. I continue writing about this for a reason which I think I don't know.
Coffee's, tea's, the falling raindrops, the closed doors, the playing piano, the glowing lights just remind me of one thing. Its not gonna come back. I try so hard to recollect what I expected but I think the impact has been so strong that I have forgotten them. The old woman used to tell me "It will be the way it should be". She was so true. I never believed in her. I always spoke against her.
Now I am sitting in this dimly lit room, my legs folded , my face down. The door of this room is now open. Everything outside the room is closed and moving. Its going ahead. Once upon a time all the doors used to be always open. I was free. I was a daily there. I knew every bit of dust there.Now everything is new. Hmmm....
I experienced it yesterday.. I experienced it today.
I will experience it tomorrow.
