Sometimes you wait for things in life that never arrive... like a letter. The hope which started with a warm summer day, which now the razor sharp winter is freezing my tiny drops of hopes into icicles.
A friend today wrote to me that she hates Sundays because for her, a Sunday is death of the weekend. Very interesting view, I wonder if its a natural
death or a murder.
Another friend has a big yellow lamp in her living room,the bright warm light from the lamp glows from the corner of room like a sun,but tender invisible rays.
The lamp was the first thing that i noticed when i entered the room, there were three other people in room on a cosy sofa. All three were soaked in the yellow light.
Over wine we had many pleasant and deep conversations, at one point I realized I was slipping away into my own thoughts of the people that mattered to me the most,after she made her statement. She said
"When i moved to Prague, i was lonely. Yes its true the buildings,architecture, atmosphere everything is enjoyable, but for me a town or an island is
just an town or an island until I start to connect with the people, until i meet people whom I could connect with, until then the island or city is inhabited. I like
Prague now because of the people i know here, its inhabitants, people make me and life is people"
I made a recollection of the people i valued in random, the people whom i care, people with whom i like to spend time together, and i realized they are
far away from me. Life is people, i repeated after her. I took my stare away from the lamp and everyone seems to be waiting for a comment from me after my
deep thought, I looked at the lamp again, i wondered if the lamp is emitting positive energy. I felt good just with recalling the people i care, the people i embrace with love,i felt good, "life is people" i nodded in agreement.
I wondered if i could dip my hands into the warm glow of light and paint everyone yellow.
