S.M.S. aka S.O.S.

Sometimes an SMS is an SOS. It saves my soul.
When I feel like going to the garden to eat some worms, when I feel friendless, directionless and the downswing of my bi-polar depression hits me, a small beep sometimes brings a smile from very far away, with its sense, or better still, its non sense.
Like this one did. Some days ago.

"Khidaki se dekha to raaste pe koi nahi tha,
Khidaki se dekha to raaste pe koi nahi tha;
Raaste pe jaa ke dekha to khidaki pe koi nahi tha."

:)