1 Wake up call!

Here you go!!,that evening is mesmerising. Sanvi, glancing at her memorable pics in a gallery. For a moment, her eyesight took her to picnic to the site of that pics. She rolling back to her memories!, through a bridge of gallery.

Gallery, oh! One can introduce it just as app. But she introduce it as a jewel box of her memories. Sometimes, moments just passed as cool breeze, thunder storm, fragrance of flowers etc. As we turn back, we never bother about its appearance. Just we wished to embrace it for a moment.

Gallery, it becomes a rusk to a tea time. Here it is, i got it, my pic!. For a while, we grave to look at our pics. Hey! it knocks me a question : is it called self love?!! start thinking.

Suddenly, a brain bell calls her, there her bestie, Sanu : companion of self talk. Oh! you are waiting for her brief introduction, absolutely you are. A one sentence :the one who wakes up her inner thoughts.

Sanu asked Sanvi which pic of yours liked most?!. Her fingertip starts to wander all over her picnic sites. She relpied swiftly, all!!, but!.... she stops and smiles. Sanu's eyes seeking answer for :how?!. She look at her jewel box and again smiles. Finally, she started pouring her thoughts. All pics but in black and white mode. For a second, bestie's eyebrows stops its motion , calms and her lip moment are eager to ask : why?!. Before it spells out, she took a long breath to share the answer. Black and white: there beauty of beats echos louder than background. Curiosities look colourful than colourful dresscodes. Emotions lightens irrespective of race, luxurious life. Overall, one's gaze looks for inner soul beauty in that mode. Its just my opinion and she giggles.

Additionally, i wished to give wake up call to people. That she told no one can capture every moment and saved in gallery. But i am sure one can enjoy every moment, capture in their eyes, saved in their memory bank. Irrespective of any mode we have to welcome every moment with elegant smile. Sanu

with great smile checks that memory bank. The sun dawn, a ton of chores crawls towards her and she went back to room.

-Shireesha. M. V.