Note from a dear friend

Land can be owned. Water can be possessed. Birds can be caged. But wind can never be held. Captured. Detained. Its knows no boundaries. It glances everything. ‘Megha’ means clouds. Winds carry clouds. Across nations. Across continents. Megha sees far away lands. She’s destined to do so. Sees things unknown. She travels not by will, but by fate. For her, every direction has a destination, to be seen. Every destination is an experience, to be cherished. Every memory, is a learning. She soaks in life. It transforms her. I look up to the sky. I see her. I wish to fly away with her. Share her experiences. Maybe someday I will. When she passes by me again. I await that day. Until then, I shall keep looking skywards. Bon Voyage Megha