To most, it's just a green patch of land Where noisy children and adults who refuse to grow waste their time. To many, it's a place that leads to no where To many, the ground is where one goes to gossip and eat light evening snacks To me, it represents hope. The running boys and girls represent the fight of the youth against the process of ageing... The hope that the children can run away from the terrible and boring future that awaits them in the form of routine. To me this ground represents the urge of mankind to remain humane and not become another robot. To me this ground is a sanctuary that preserves innocence as children and adults play, laugh and have a good time. To me, this playground and the ones like this are the oases in the desert called urban life. It's an attempt for us to be alive and kicking. To me, this ground is the gun in the hands of a solitary soldier waiting patiently in the trenches of life. To me this ground is life....
Everyday, there are tiny emotions and brain waves - some real and some imaginary, touch us and help us experience something new. Something that we have not experienced before. Something that made us a little older, a little wiser, a little sadder, a little happier and a little more humane....I am trying to catch these thoughts and brainwaves and sharing with you...for you to live them, through my eyes...