CHERISH with HARISH

For those two crows sitting on it, it was just another wire,but for us, it was the BORDER...

I write, because I think. I think, because I see. I see, because there is so much more to see. The world's a beautiful place. I know, because I listen. I listen, because I travel. I travel because there are so many journeys left. The world's a beautiful place. I pray, because there's God. There's God, because there's man. There's man, but how much of 'man' do I actually know? The world's a beautiful place. I bathe, because I'm dirty. I am dirty, because I was clean once. If I am clean, then how clean is clean and how dirty is dirty. The world's a beautiful place. I stand, because I'll walk soon. I'll walk, because I'll run soon. If I run, will I actually fly soon? The world's a beautiful place.

The fish FLY deep in the ocean, the birds SWIM high in the air... No one knows who's better!

Me: See, Gaddafi is dead. Now, Libya is free. Learn something from us. Crows: Libya was always free for us!

It was a usual weekday. The time was somewhere between the end of a tiring afternoon and the beginning of a fresh evening. I was done with my work at the office for the day, but it was too early to go home. I was confused. I started calling my friends- Anshuman, Nitish, Vikram, Happy and Nishtha. They were all busy in one thing or the other. This was tempting enough for me to go back home for a nap, but I somehow stopped myself. I didn't want to waste this time. I decided to spend the time with MYSELF. I left for Mandi House. Mandi house is quite far away from the place where my office is (Gurgaon). In the last two years I have spent in Ahmedabad, I have driven very little, almost none. The bike rides this week , majorly for work, reminded me of that time when I stayed here in Delhi, during graduation. The wide roads, the rude fellow-drivers, the 'green Delhi clean Delhi' boards, the unreasonable honking- they all came back to me. As I drove towards Mandi House, these thoug...

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