On a lighter note

Airplane by Pixa Boy

I am living on an airplane. There is no sound of engine. Clouds are beside me. It is empty. No passengers. We are heading towards the old New York and Norway. No signals. No messages. Because out of 24 hours, 16 hours my phone is on airplane mode.

ok beat this.

Which is your favourite movie?

Movies by Pixa Boy

My favourite is one with fiction and love. To name few; Adjustment Bureau, Upside Down, Book of Eli. No normal movie. I love people running to save their lives. And two stupid people are in love. Some doctors saving lives. And two persons are planning their marriage. The world is collapsing. And two persons are getting married.

This movie, with pop corns, I watch everyday. I get married, not the contract, but literal marry. It is my wife. I try to be the couple. Then open BBC live on youtube. Watch some people die. Then go back to park to jog and talk.

This is a real movie, where love is in the air right where death is.

Ok the next one.

What is your wife cooking?

Cooking by Devon Rockola

My wife is cooking meals. Talking deals. Cleansing these wardrobes and in them these reels. Some dusting and some grooming. Today, when no one lets us go away, it is our wife who is in control and who is running our whole. She is cooking, planning and executing. I just have to match the pace. Like a race in a town where my wife wears the crown.

Conclusion

Track by Alexander Dummer

Things are getting back on track. Life is getting reasonable in the back. The world is healing and fabrics are feeling, the pain we carried on our back. Once for all, and all for once, we are hearing the pearls of sound. What it is, how it is, the quietness of air, the rights of the heir, who will rule and who will be cool.

Some have gotten strong and some have gone wrong. Some want to die now and some want to live the rest of the day. Some have grown the guts for living. Some have worn the masks for saving. Some are walking to run the life and some are stopping to find the life. Some are leading, some are growing and then there are some who are frowning. The ones who are dancing in the rain, are the ones who are finding the sane. Some who are closing their panes, are just dying in this game. This is love and then there is logic. One day love wins and all days logic grins. This is life, where poor is ripe and that is death, where covid is rife. Live one day, but live like you ran. You will die, for death is going to ram.