EVERYTHING IS A COMMUNICATION
It is past 10 in the morning; still, it is very dark outside… It has been pouring relentlessly. My mood is definitely affected by the way the Nature behaves with me… Frankly, I do not like this gloom outside… “Can you be a little brighter?” I hear me say in my heart, “Can you make me smile?” “Everything in life is communication?” I was telling someone, last evening. “The mother who prepares our supper at night… or the father who returns home after slogging hard through the day… or the little fellow, who, with his school uniform soaked in muck, storms into the house like Napoleon Bonaparte… Yes, they all communicate… The Director who projects on the giant cinema-screen the hues of drama-in-real-life… the woman who sings, without words, her opera as if in a trance… the clown who makes you laugh under the circus tent… the villain who makes you scared as you read the fiction on a starless night… Yes, they a...