"Does it?" I question.
"What? Why is it so?" my friend sounds surprised.
"That is illogical," he asserts.
"You are not talking sense," his voice has become louder.
"Nothing is permanent in this world. Things change, people change - sometimes for good, sometimes for bad. You need to accept that. You face this inconsistency every day and live with the ups and downs of changing seasons, changing moods, changing life....," he clarifies.
"Hold on...,"he intrudes. "You are talking of changes in others. But about your own self? Even you have changed with each passing day...how can you control that?" he questions.
"I know I can not control - neither others nor myself. And that is what upsets me," I find it hard to control my emotions.
"You can not run away from facts. Just look at the sky, appreciate its present beauty, don't brood over the past or future," he proposes.
"The beautiful sky gives you peace," I take over, "but it makes me restless. The beauty appears to be a messenger of the ugliness following soon. A good news tells me that a bad one is waiting the next door. Smiles appear to be wet by the following tears. I stay confused. Whom to own?" my voice gets choked.
"Will I?..," I ask myself…