I’m in rush each passing second. Sometime you can see me running with the clouds and next moment I sit modestly like it has been ages. Today is 23rd day of May. Rainy season has been invited at my threshold. I had been sleeping for months, tucked in warmth blanket when winter was sitting in my drawing room, sipping hot coffee. The brown branches with green leaves are dancing vigorously like they celebrate their existence in all possible way. I watch their vigour and various shades of life moving along with pride yet they are aware about their inevitable departure. And I’m in rush each passing second. I love, I hate, I laugh, I cry, I heal, I run, I stay still, I change, I evolve, I’m the juncture of ancient and modern as I’m the nature.