Life begins from a piece of paper called birth record; different colour, quality and size arrive at home to spread knowledge; along with a pencil paper is the start of education; and tissue it is when you have a runny nose. It can be moulded and folded into anything; just like how in form of a marksheet it decides your career; a paper it is which contributes to the future; and a paper it is which preserves the past; you are selected or not is informed through it; the same piece of paper arrives in a post appointing you for a job; and when your friend died the same paper was found as a death note. You sign a paper again when you find a spouse; a paper would be only signed if you need a divorce; a page would inform your increment and promotion; so is a paper printed for your daughter's wedding invitation; you sign a paper for your retirement; after making a will for your next generation; a death certificate is made- a final paper of your existence.
In summers it's angry, as it appears red, hot and grumpy, but it also turns pink before sun goes of to flirt and be blushy, embarrassed for what it did in the whole day; When sad, it becomes dense and black, even cry out rain, when it can't take anymore or tolerate; It's depressed, when it's hiding behind the dark clouds, with no downpour or even a movement of wind; When it's frustrated it bursts out as thunder and lightning, but never forgets an apology with a clear sky next morning; Though it's shallow above there, but we know how much love, care and lives, it gives us, down here; And how it protects it's beloved ones from externals, though the same people hurt it in many different ways; Even the moon and stars leave it alone during frost, which is it's most difficult times, but it stays strong and await the next morning's ray of hope; It makes sure to hide it's pain, bruises and tears, of the past night behi