Sometimes the most ordinary and simple stuff captures us. As i was sitting at a park on a wood bench, my eyes caught few images and felt such connection to what i witnessed.
The wood bench, ahhhh what wonderful pattern it possessed, every stroke, every color, every line, every detail on it, it just looked so beautiful, like a beautiful story untold. Sometimes you wonder, the many colorful stories shared on that very bench, the rainbow of emotions, every thought that was silently or verbally expressed, was and is made on that bench. Yes, That Bench, carries tales of wonder and amazement, sorrow and joy, love and care, and every little things you can or cannot imagine. That Bench has secrets and stories engraved to its core, we, can only imagine, be a wonderer but That Bench, knows it all.