Saanjhi Saanjh (Vol - 4)

Life, riding on the wheel of time, passes through paths where every moment gets woven into a book of experiences. Turning these pages, reading, narrating, or reliving those moments always feels good. Despite looking into the mirror daily, we rarely notice the changes emerging on our faces. However, the pictures preserved in the album reveal how time has etched new lines on our faces, filled our hair with silver, and refined our understanding like pure gold in the furnace of time.

As children, we held the hands of our parents knowing that they will never let us fall or get lost. Now, we find ourselves holding their hands, fearing for them instead. This journey of life, carried along by the wheel of time, subtly yet constantly reminds us of every moment that has passed.

How surprising it is that as children, we are eager to grow up, but once grown, we longingly look back at childhood. If we think about it, what was really new each day? It was simply the transition of morning to evening and night to day that, little by little, changed all of us completely!