Footsteps….

Lonely are the footsteps one takes on the sands of time….

sometimes one encounters friends in the form of little flowers, but most of life is spent walking on the dry, desert sand of loneliness… sometimes the feet are bereft of even the company of our sandals, as even they are left behind in our haste.

In such a situation, one should take time, STOP and smell the flowers,  and realise that there is more to life than walking its dreary paths.