Wedding season, indowestern

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment.
There is no why.

Does it turn to stardust when it’s late?
Or in a windstorm, circulate?
Or does it simply fade and dissipate?

প্রতিটি দিনই নতুন।
জীবনটাও নতুন।

Chance favors the connected mind.