Hope

I was sitting on the bench of destiny and waiting for the arrival of little hope. After waiting several years for the advent hope, one day hope comes in my way of waiting. But she didn't see me and gently passed away for making her emergence in somebody's life, to enlightened somebody's darkness.

Sometimes I think, 'Hope' knew it that we all are waiting for her. That's why sometimes she accepts our proposals and sometimes she rejects. Hope is like river which sometimes become boon and sometimes curse. Actually being practical hope is boon and being impractical is curse.