Once in a while, you come across a metaphor which is so beautifully woven that it conveys far more than the sum of words; it creates its own magical effect. I call it magic because words as such are simple, indistinguishable entities but a master of words with his pen infuses life in them making them able to hurt us, mock us, or better able to laugh.
Recently I came across one such metaphor in an article by Jug Suraiya. It was about pathetic conditions of rentable flats in Delhi. He described a "Good Flat" in these words:
" They are like ghosts; many people believe in their existence, but no one seems to have seen one when asked."

Have you ever walked through woods during sunset? It is really a novel experience. To hear all the noises that can be made in world by the chirping birds, wild animals and yet feel the majestic silence; the silence of your soul which is free form all the tensions of the day for this moment. It becomes one of those few moments when the barriers which divide you form your real self fall down and you realize who you are and what you want?