The plain paper was about to turn into a page but not as yet not before the tiny little stories were to be added they had to be edited just right battles were fiercest when the mind rolled into doing things an emotional storm building at the horizon of a new dawn I peep through the tiny window of oppurtunity the golden rays merrily sun dancing into my eyes welcoming me aboard to walk the red carpet of millennium miles the treasure at the cove was yet to be explored a big room full of lighted bulbs each hinting me to stare and pose at them I needed to hurry up and turn this into a glowing pen merging a hope with a dream awakening all sleeping doors silencing all distressing screams. 7.2.2015 -Anju