Lost And Found

It was a lazy winter morning. There was fog on every side of the road. The sand was misty and leaves of trees were holding moisture too. A girl like me would never ever jump over the bed on this time of the day. But on that day I was holding an urge to explore the village, a village where my grandmother used to stay alone, a village where my grandfather died. My grandfather owed a row house near the jungle in that village. That village was itself a bit of jungle part, away from the main city, hiding its beauty in the trees and fog.

I remember my grandpa used to go for a morning walk, he always insisted me for having a walk with him but as usually my sleep was more important for me at that time. I wish I had walked the streets with him in the blazing morning, just to know the village better and to hold his crumbling hands. I wish.. But sometimes we know the value of a thing when it is faded away. I know the value of exploring the village with him now. So I decided to have a walk through the streets he wanted me to walk.

To begin with this little adventurous journey I decided to listen to my heart for the directions. I came across one road which seems to be mysterious like an old man with bunch of secrets. So I kept on walking that road till it leads me to a wonderful place. There was a small library at the end of the street. I found the library and get lost in those books.