There have been times when I so curious to write something. Something about me, my family, my friends, someone special, about things happening around me, about the trip we went. But sometime I just missed these turns. Sometime I had other work to do. Sometimes I didn't have right atmosphere or sometimes I didn't even have a paper or pen to jot down my thoughts.
Today is one such days when I am so eager about writing something. And what a better place could be than my terrace for this. Sitting on the wall of my terrace and seeing the view around. The mind-boggling nature art on the sky, when the sun set down and it leaves an orange or pinkish background behind. The pinkish view of the sky with the mix grayish horizon with some white clouds. The light wind blowing between my two piggy tails. Two girls in my neighbors’ terrace (might be friends). Their laugh, giggling around reminds my days back with my best friends. The main street running behind my house. The noise of cars, trucks, tractors, bike/scooters, cart holders and fruits and vegetable vendors noises, dog bark.
