Million Visions from the Past…

Here I am lying under the ceiling fan with my eyes open in a dark room. There is nothing that I can see in the room but a million visions from the past. They are so many that it is hard for me to focus on one.

The front row consists of grief, shame and regret. Beneath this row are all the good memories from the past. So the strongest of all the good memories tries to make its way to the front row. It carries with itself an enchanting light of hope. It struggles hard to fight the grief that can take any shape or form and could also take a life. At last, hope succeeds and hides everything behind it.

So now I can sleep peacefully knowing that hope will stay with me forever no matter what comes next.