These Moments

The odour of compromise is the best to exercise in this depressing autumnal evening till my little son turns up and radiates in possibilities. I let my eyes to show him to me bypassing all my fatherly advice. Through his heart and eyes I try to envisage the world and the scent is back so is freedom as if it was one of those toys hidden. These moments of joy are so heady and intense that i do like to turn selfish in its defence so that others won't be able to track...