I'm standing by my window. The evening came to a close. Darkness has set in. I look in the far distance. Bright lights from the street lamps fall onto the ground. Casting a pattern..
A nice one. Patches dark and bright cover the ground. Some trees illuminated, while some are not. Some seen, others in the background. One looms into prominence, the other hides its face shyly.
The picture mesmerises me. How much like us humans!
Some of us are born with a silver spoon in our mouths..gifted with kingly regality.
Others struggle just to get through the month in one piece.
One has never seen dearth of friends, the other is the loneliest creature on earth.
One is a winner of sorts. The other a born loser.
Some have the midas touch. Everything he touches turns to gold.
While the other's is a riches to rags story.
We often wonder. Life is so unfair.
The key is position.
Is he facing the light or is he languishing in shadows?
