Long long time ago he was following a thread of way made by the colorful butterflies, and he was paused at a beautiful theater of flowers. Then he followed the height of dad's shoulder, warmth of mom's lap, he followed to get teacher's good, but paused at the end of childhood, one day he measured the distance to the moon, when about to fly, it was mid-noon, so again it was paused to itself, in the middle of the eternal space. Dad's darling and mom's little boy with best friends happiness and joy, would stop the cosmic, if he can, nowadays, he is a gentleman. walking down the same lane of Monomandu he frequently finds the dreams scattered, over the dusty and narrow streets of life, the butterfly dream, the dream of dad the dream of mom and the manic dream upon her angel's eyes. all are paused, and throwing "good bye"s. Now he wants not to be in top his dreams are just seeking a full stop! - Tuesday, August 01, 2006 (the moment, when i missed her)