His forehands are nothing less than cricket shots. His single-handed backhand is like a game of table tennis return. I want to burst into laughter. His shots touch the Sky… His returns reach up to the Sun… His serves tread unknown paths…

Idea is not to follow a certain pattern but to appreciate whatever comes in your way as a sign of the universe.

Nothing else matters. Slowly all my surroundings are blurring. I look up; the sky is shrinking, and the world is shrinking. All that is left is us cruising through together.

All the interaction has been my learning bed for understanding life and people. Truly, workplace is a learning bed of life.

You are not a dead man. This is no time pass. Do not just play. Play for Life. Treat this game as Game for Life…

Am I sure of what I am searching?’ Of course not, but one has to live with an illusion that we are searching for something with which people can relate and not mistake us for being crazy and thereby proof of our sanity to the world.

And the whole world is diminishing behind. It feels like a trance. Everything is coming to a center point and to this focal point.

All this accumulation makes our life complicated. Life is simple. Loving is even simpler. We create definitions. We create worlds in our fickle mind.Just drop it. Just Forgo. Let go. Without any effort, life will be simple and loving even simpler.

You and me. And the whole world in the background.