On a summer morning at 5:10 am, my melted soul was waiting at the beach for the sun to rise. I sat on the shore with folded legs by making the chin rest on my knee. The cold waves were nudging me like my past. Neither staying forever nor leaving a mark to cherish, but poking every while by asking to keep a glance. The shore was silent but not the sea. And the waves kept exchanging chatters with my feet. It was 5:16 am and finally I saw the sun rising from the sea. It was reddish in colour. And the sky with thousand colours welcomed him with pomp. I felt like, the sun was leaving his home~ the sea. From morning to midday and midday to evening, he stayed up and worked. And again, at evening, the sky bid him good bye with thousand colours. Maybe, it's just like the human life. When we're born, we're celebrated. When we die, we're celebrated. We're all here with some specific or non specific duty or reason. Let's complete it before being finally celebrated, just like the sun. #weirdtales #yqbaba #sun #life
