Edison stumbled upon light. To the surprise of Nature.
After all, why would Nature want to corrupt the purity of darkness?
Thank God, though, there are still places where darkness is pure.
The deepest black its colour. Where light appears only on schedule.
Never unexpectedly.
Same old story of monsoon, same old green, same old place, same old people, same old air, same old rain-water, same old earth. The newness is also old, but still its cool. Same old green is always fresher then same old grey. Some time its difficult to maintain the same old. But its better that year by year this green is becoming more hard hitting. This place is same old as i have seen in my childhood. Frozen and happy.
