A Revolution

This night, when I am simply unable to sleep, another of those insomniac ones, I was fiddling with the laptop, ignoring the mountain of work and chanced upon this picture. This was taken two days ago, on my latest trip to Sittilingi Valley and was cutely drawn behind the bathroom door of the room I was staying in.

And revolution is just that. Be it a personal one for your self. A revolution to be 'you' or a revolution to decide that you want to live when you are alive. A revolution of mind and wings and thoughts and space. None of them can be pretty. Or politically correct. Nor are they what you want me to be.

Maybe it is the sleeplessness talking. Maybe it was revolution of sorts all along.