Everything around us follows a rule, a custom. The Moon, obeys the rule of a fortnight. The Sun obeys the rule of rising in East every day. The laws of Nature.. Life and Death, Day and Night...everything works in a pattern. And then there are rules of society, rules of worshiping your God, rituals of your community..  a list of rules that take a life-time to understand and follow. You do things because you are told to, or because others do that too, satisfying the demands of people, your religion, your society.  A midst all these rules, entrapped in all sorts of rituals, sometimes

I seek a moment of randomness, something spontaneous enough to occur in a pattern; that could carry me away to another world.

A world where the Moon has a will to appear in any shape, where the Sun doesn’t need to glow all day, where the nature is free to change its pattern, where death doesn’t interfere if life wants to stay, where rivers can take a halt when it gets exhausted, where God stays in our hearts, and humanity is the religion we follow.