Its not black n white anymore...but a mixture of both...and the transition is a journey to eternity...some honest confessions...some words not spoken but understood...the giggles under the sunshine...the shouts of joy...the sound of the lakewaters...enjoying the literally tough nuts to crack...the prayers that do not have a "why me" or "please help" but a "thank you"...a hot sip not to cure dry coughs but to enjoy the pages left untouched...had i not lost dem al?it was all there...all hidden under the foolish soul...but you realize the importance of it when it's not there...life is warm n welcoming...the mind is free n doesnt think much...the lost world is back again...but not all that is lost comes back...n there goes my heart smiling n saying thank you...so now do u see the little lad trying to walk all by itself?now it doesnt even cry after falling...it doesnt even want mummy dear to help him get up...it gets up on his own n starts walking again...