For a beautiful tomorrow

As the sun of yesterday sinks 

Painting the sky purple and pure, 

The moon rises to reflect hope 

While seas billow and roar. 

  See the divine motif- In this unrivaled creativity, 

'tis an endless wheel of fortune- Not the drums of destiny. 

Why only dream to be free? 

And dwell in antiquity? 

When night's only the beginning 

Of the promise of possibility? 

Let past be - "Just that something we know" 

Dream new dreams- 'tis today when you knead the dough... 

 For a beautiful tomorrow! 

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With these thoughts and wishes for a bright, fun-filled and Happy New Year! 

- Yours truly 

(ps: This picture was taken by me recently at Miami Beach, Florida)

Conversations: The lavender story

F and I visited a friend A's place (in a different city) recently. They were there for about 3-4 days and had a great time. Due to some work, F planned to leave early while I stayed on for a couple of days more.

One of the evenings (after F left) A and I were having a great one on one conversation. While they chatted along about different things, the lavender comb on the dressing table caught their attention and was blissfully included in the talk. This is how the conversation went.

A: This is such a nice comb, na?
I: Yeah, and the color is really beautiful. Lavender in fact is my favorite color.
A: Hmm.. and it's especially a good idea to carry a small comb like this. More so when you are traveling.
I: Yes. You know although I always use a hair brush for combing my hair, it generally takes a lot of space. And..
A: And you can easily carry this along anywhere you go..

They both nodded, happily agreeing to each other while they admired the comb. And then the topic of conversation gradually shifted to something else and time moved on.
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A couple of days after I was back home, A called. After a quick exchange of greetings A mentioned something that triggered a whole new conversation. This is how it went.

A: By the way, you forgot your comb.
I: What comb?
A: The purple comb?
I: Oh no. I just got a hair brush with me.
A: No but remember we talked about it that evening? You were saying how it is easy to carry the comb etc?
I: Exactly because I thought it was your comb and it was a good idea to use for next time!
A: And I thought it was yours!
I: He he ... Then it must belong to F.

And they both had a good laugh.
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Recently at home after a few days I and F had the third and final conversation.

I: Hey F, did you forget something at A's place?
F: No I don't think so.
I: Come on try to remember. Din't you forget your comb?
F: Comb? Which comb?
I: A lavender colored comb. (With details)
F: No, I did not. I've never had a lavender colored comb in the first place!
I: @#$%%^$^&*&^**(!!!!!!!!!!

(ps: This article is two quarts truth and one quart imagination)