Returning

Long back I have chosen this title and tried to blog for a while. I left for so many reasons. Now the time is changed. The grit has returned. Hence I continue blogging in this new title.

It was a very quite evening on the hill top. The hill was at the path way to the range of mountains; and of considerable height .I witnessed the rain clouds which were passing beneath the top. Wind passing through the top was forceful. It disheveled my dress. I saw birds flying to their nests. I wanted to say a 'hallo' to them. I said. My hallo did not make them to stop and look at me. But my voice brought echoes. It was not my voice. Only echoes. No echoes belong to me. Nor to anyone else. We make sounds instinctively. Not to listen after any echo. We can learn this little lesson from the rain clouds; from the wind passing through the mountain tops .From the chatter of the birds in their hurry to reach their nests before the rain. If any echo intervenes, let us become unconcerned. As the clouds, the wind and the birds after reaching their goals. They teach lessons always.