good-bye good night

I feel nostalgic very often as I always reckon tomorrow on the basis of an unknown eternity. I deeply enter an illustrated illusion when I say a good-bye as yesterday dies off in the very epoch. But that comes back often so much in mind I feel puzzled and try to get some sleep walking back again. I see a breathtaking rain is taking place and my mother singing a Tagore’s song in her own world, standing in the balcony.

Well, few nostalgic trips bring smile, sometimes a good memory thrashes far much than the present.

Song of the day - Another Life, from the album Speaking of Now: Pat Metheny Group.