The Bullock Cart

It's one of those days when you feel at peace with yourself and the world. The blissful serenity that had evaded your mind returns, and the cloudiness of anger and despair disappears. As usual, exams are around the corner, and so the anxiety plays peek-a-boo. The coolness of winters, and hordes of mosquitoes biting away to glory doesn't even match up to the regular thick pin blood tests, that have come out normal for once. Or maybe I'm just too happy to simply acknowledge the fact. Why, I have wondered often, does it seem as if treading along gets tougher, but then this bullock cart reminds me that I would rather be the bull and slog my way towards my destination. However, that must not be my destiny, as it would put an end to the greatest I might be able to achieve. Just a mere small stop for rest and replenishment for greater strength and courage. A life's dream come true. Just a tiny ceramic bullock cart it is. Very tiny... :)