Some sing the cow goes “baa” while some sing the cow goes “moo”. We may say and hear things in the language we understand from, but I haven’t met someone with different language for laughter and cry. At the end of the day, aren’t we all looking for the common language? That we cry less and laugh more. In the little things we do and bigger dreams we want to achieve. Deriving a bit of laughter and happiness even from the flowers on our sidewalks.
P.S: A post inspired from a conversation with friends on the evening walk.
Wandering Thoughts 