A Good Life

The tree dropped a seed on the ground below, It hoped, when the sapling emerged, that it would grow into a big tree, The mother deer gave birth to a cute little one, Before he got up on his feet, she hoped someday, he would run free. The guy who raced last continued to compete, Hoping he would have a strong finish to the race, The guys who were second and third raced in hope of victory, The guy who led, continued to push, hoping he would remain the ace. When he did OK he hoped for good, When he did better he hoped for the best, That's when he realised hope is always there, In different forms, itself it will always manifest. When all lights went out when there was darkness around, A little candle still burned brightly in the corner, When everything was lost this candle of hope was alive, It kept him going on, hope said it ain't finished till it's over. When he had nothing left he still had hope, It was the last thing he had at the end of the day, Is it...

Sanjay was the son of NRI parents, born and brought up in USA. He was born to parents of Indian origin that was about all that was Indian about him. Curiosity about the mystic lands of India made him want to come to India to explore. On his trip to India he came to know about a remote location in the northern mountains where mysterious things happen and people strangely vanish. He fell for the temptation and headed to the mountains. He got the address and manged to find his way. There he found a well maintained, beautiful looking house, on the outskirts of a village, set amongst beautiful snow covered hills and tall coniferous trees. He reached there on a gloomy morning and even in day time there was an eerie feel to the place. Believing totally in science and that there's a reason for everything, Sanjay was not worried about the stories he had heard. He knocked and an old caretaker opened the door. He was a frail man who had seen too many winters in these mountains. Dressed in...