When life gets blotted, and all you see is an eerie and dark smirk, clogging up your beam of happiness- start weaving it, with your own thoughts!

A letter to the ones bypassing gloomy days-

Dear Stranger,

"Life cannot be always monotonous and achromatic. Colours spice things up!"

You are a rainbow, a rainbow scattering hues of traits in myriad colours- you are your own spectrum. When things go outré, 'believe' in yourself, omnipotently. You are the creator, the peddler, and the destroyer of your own life.

Days- gloomy or flowery, are life; a part and parcel. Learn to assort things up. "When you are given with darkness, you are also given with stars." Maybe it's just that the hunt to find your stars still needs to be tread by. Start weaving up your own thoughts, whether your alliances or your foes- they cleanse you up, proliferate your mind and let vibes flush in your mind. And, that's a dash of glitter to charm up the lows, a sprinkle of confetti to abide by one's vows.

You always have a wellwisher, someone praying for your from a zillion miles apart, seven seas or heavens even cannot part the bond and that's a cherry to the tart. Still fell left thy apart?

Sending your way love, light, leak, and warmth of happiness glazed in a letter.

With lots of love,

A stranger who feels you!