Really lost...

I can't believe, i just can't believe it had happened. Its been a week , i had lost my cousin brother, the patient of macmillian cancer in England. What piece of human was he! Never he lied, his heart was so kind. Everytime he use to gift me each time he would come to India. Its been only 3 months that we were together. Together at every move. We watched movies at night, rome through the city and the scene at Ambala chat house cannot be forgotton anyhow. I was unknown to what was running in his mind, but he didn't objected it. When i asked him'' won't you be coming october?'' He said'' I may be having an important work to do.'' ah, thats what a thing really lost and what cannot be fulfilled anyhow....

I had a dream in which i saw that my blog was my house. Some visitors visited my house and whatever they saw was very amusing. The drawing room was completely empty with no sort of sofas and all. But the house had full sort of valuables. Later when they saw the kitchen , they went for a shock- The kitchen was designed with pretty advanced technology, floored with special italian marble, panoramic cameras store for the whole house, charming crytal clean utensils and undoubtedly, the best electrical appliances. With all that i saw was really confusing, But later i came to understand its meaning, hope can you....

Do it needs to be serious to say something serious?
Do it needs to happy to say something happily?

These questions are sort lagging beside but in intension.

Now,
A book says that all adolensces have similar type of behaviour as claimed by their study, and its sometimes right also.

Can't it be different in some 'exceptions'?

I dont know what i am going to conclude with this post, and i dont know how it will be.

But i am still writing.

I cannot enchance my blog with pictures, links and other multimedia attachments.

But i am writing.

I cannot surely illustrate what i am trying to illustrate.

But i write.

I want to bring life to the words.

Thats why i write.

The night use to surrender each time but rises again, never dies of hunger.

The stream is ever-flowing and ever lasting with freshness and purity.

So, here i feel i am on the wrong side of the tracks, with risks and new expectations...