Life is filled with pleasant mysteries. The sunrise itself is a daily mystery to the watching eye. But the pleasantest mystery (almost as frequent as sunrise) is the mystery of meeting. A youm and I meet; the mystery is self-declared at that moment. We know nothing of each other beyond the introductory smile
some amiable conversation. But the mystery will unravel in time. The unfolding of friendship - when the mystery of meeting is quite forgotten - is like the bright hours of a new day.