I had to wait for 30 years to find a land of my dream to build my nest, because when I turned 30, I found a place which was peaceful and calm, with no weeds of vices and green grass of honesty, purity and flowers of love. There were no webs of hatred and no ditches of betrayal and cheating.
I was very sure that the mortar of confidence and cement of positive thinking shall make my home foundation earthquake resistant and faith will make strong pillars for my walls of purity, with a rooftop of gratitude, hanging with an extension in the veranda. The aroma of purity and innocence will give an essence of freshness.
The green creepers will intermingle as friends and the legumes will have the pods of friendship. From the windows will shine rays of hope every morning just to whisper you are unique, wake up.
The house will illuminate bulbs of knowledge and assure me to complete the work assigned and let no nut and bolt close the door of hope and each stone of the pavement will take me to my dreams, my goals reminding me that my today is better than yesterday and my tomorrow will be brighter than my today. No ditch can take me inside the hollow dark failures, as my shoe has an anti skid shoe, laced with determination and my shoe shines with my attitude. I see my true me in this world of solace.
I am sixty now and my nest is ready for my rest.
