Waiting for tomorrow

It was early morning.He was alone but happy and calm.But it is only one way of looking at it.There was rain,there were trees surrounding that place,a few people chanting words which were supposed to be auspicious,a sleepy cow, a few birds and their early morning conversations,the garland vendors, streaks of morning light starting to appear in the sky like the fresh incisions in dark skin and the usual train of thoughts running along the track and often beyond it..Such few noticed things and millions of other unnoticed things were there.Yet the man in the later half of that same day,when started describing his day ended up in monotony.Why? May be because all those pleasant memories or the calmness in the morning cannot not be reproduced again by reporting it with this machine.To do that he has to wait for tomorrow and then he may watch what he missed.Life is never a tragedy,but trying to report it retrospectively makes it a tragedy.