“The boat is ready to move, Which can carry us and takes us to a ramble, but all are stranger sitting beside on me. When the boat is running in the midst of the river, I hope all stranger would become a friend of me, I know whose likes and dislikes are different Till journey would end up they all are accompanying with me, I think-so a lot of conversation would happen to make strangers become friends willingly or unwillingly. If I feel to have some in amidst we need to do some deals with them, like a businessman, if I get scared for crocodile, snake, I should pretend like a shakthiman and nothing is happening inside me. If my luck is a favor to me then I would get a beautiful girlfriend also, No one knows where our life goes and end up. No one knows today’s strangers would become a friend of tomorrow, or today’s friends would become a stranger of tomorrow. The boat is like our life. If we have the foreseeing then we reach to proper address else it would an ordinary journey into the world…”
No just these thoughts were running in my mind at the moment when I was taking this picture. (This place name is ranganthittu located near Mysore. Where the kaveri river flows)
Just I remembered In childhood at raining time I made a boat by paper, then I put it in miry,
My hand made boat was floating there, but not moving.