Misteries in the Mist of Mind

It was a late morning of a silent day. The daylight cleared all the darkness of the night, but not the darkness of fear in the heart of a common man. The day started with a "Curse Tag" in its head BANDH, a bandh for common people, in which they are to be imprisoned themselves, in their own homes. The day would pass, making you one more day old doing nothing. This sounds very funny, but not always. Even God thought that such a day can never be the one with His Best Blessings. The Nature played the role given, the black clouds, accompanied by a ferocious storm were patrolling through the sleepy city. "SHAME ON YOU", this was the only sound. Accepting BANDH on such a issue, which has been intentionally kept alive for last SEVEN month is truly shameful. Most unlikely scenario raises here. It is a old saying that artist are always different than others. A poet discovers his rhyme when he is sad, a writer finds a tint of satisfaction in grief, a singer gives his all when