An Architect of thoughts

        It is tradition to celebrate Sundays and make the most out of it. Casual morning start only accelerates as the clock hands glide along the dial. The day kick starts and life is literally lived in that single day. City life is so. Energy gets built up as every day passes, only to get dumped over the weekend.         But when there is no energy to build up, there is vacuum. And all that enters vanishes into thin air.         What defines this energy? Is it about the activity or is it about the mind & its perception?         I would go with the latter. Even this still afternoon dullened by the gloomy weather, has the vibe flowing through the sounds of chilly breeze brushing through the trees. Petrichor , The smell of earth accompanying rain, fills the air and the birds that manage to fly through the cold North-East monsoon winds sit up and sing lullaby that puts the heart & soul at ease. There is