from gloom to gloom we travel

from gloom to gloom we travel..

from the darkness of mothers womb

to the labyrinthine dark maze of death..

and we know that..

sometimes there might be some bright patches in the middle of the journey..

and often the journey too can be filled with gloom..

But then some blithe spirits just try to find some tiny specks of light even in such blackness..

And some cry, cringe and throw tantrums and make things more dark even when there is a fairly equal distribution of brightness and its opposite..

Children score over us here..

They manage to discover some little drops of water even in oases..