Greens & Blues

Since childhood i had this strong love for grass, it makes me happy as it's bed gives a tenderly, settling and calm felling, even i can tell by looking at grass, the country it belongs to.
That day when i woke after a not so short journey, from car rear i was witness to one of exotic lawns in district of rohtak, "i have almost grown up here howcome i never saw this part of city", next to it were bold english letters MEDICAL COLLEGE, but not so bold people who were wailing on stretchers as they waited to be attended, i am sure for them that grass made no sense, for me it was a sight but just as it wasn't soothe, no mistake of grass-it was timing, as one of my kin's was in same institution, we walked across a typical hospital lobby, there were people with sweat of tention, pushing wheel-chairs, rushing with a piece of paper to collect medicins, peculiarity that every sign was written in blue color (ward no, bed no, doc's nameplate) as it is sky here is covered with cloud of blues, authorities should use green, on the way back i was disturbed by the present incident, visuals and hospital smell that makes one tense, suddenly i saw an ironical sign on glass that can be read as WARD or DRAW depending on where you are standing, exactly where was I standing, where was I ........................... I was in mumbai delhi GoAir flight 172, with mixed feeling, when i say mixed i mean postive as usually or rather unusually i don't much enjoy going home, but this time it was different i had a sense of relief may be i was temporarly drifting away from my sorrow, that everytime leaves me in despair-now approaching my life at a place where i liked the most. When door opened at I/323, house was in complete mess due to diwali work-depriving me of comfort it provides when i didnt used to like it.
I similed as i understood the existance of that sign, moment you draw towards the ward-ward draws itself, it left me wondering "To overcome your own sorrow, what is required happiness or a larger sorrow"................