I am what I am
Not the one you want to see
I come with my own
Light and darkness
And that’s what makes me apart
Friendship is pious and unconditional
The sacred thread that binds two souls
A beacon in the dark alleys
Illuminating the treacherous path of life
Don’t tag with Conditions Apply
PS : Some thoughts on friendship and relations . Sometimes we overburden our lives with our expectations and ideologies and make our life complicated . Why is that we always tag our relationship with our preconceived notions . Let us be uncomplicated and veer towards love and happiness. If you want to call somebody , call them now , don’t wait for them to call you back , if you want to say I love you , do it now .If you have done something wrong say it now and say that you regret it.
ITS NOW or NEVER
I am also down with fever and cold , need your warm words and some TLC 🙂
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It was yet another trip. A trip to the eastern coast of India.The trip which we had planned and itineraries booked well in advance. My hubby Amit and son Atharv had never been to that part of India, the east coast , the land of Sun temple and beautiful beaches , Puri and Konark. Having witnessed some of the best beaches in the world , I still wanted to go there . It was a pull which I was feeling in my heart, may be some cosmic connection with the place.
I also had a valid reason that Puri was easy to reach from both Bokaro and Bangalore. So, with all the expectations we reach Puri . I was so happy to see my parents; they had just reached few hours back. We had booked in a beautiful resort, the rooms overlooking the bay of Bengal. I was delighted to see the glee on my son’s face when he heard the thundering of waves. And it was such a treat to see the love on my parent’s face to see Atharv. Puri was the same place where I had witnessed the sea for the first time and I was same age as my son when I first came with my parents. Memories came flooding by, the building of sand castles, running with my dad along the shore and tasting all the snacks which the Puri beach offers. And now I was walking with my Dad and son, hand in hand, I was overawed. It was surreal and realized that life has indeed come to a full circle. The next four days were one of the best days which I had witnessed in this year with the presence of three most important men in my life .We ran on the beach , went for long walks , built castles and watched the rolling waves till our eyes got tired and body ached to sleep. The myriad vista of people selling different kinds of seashells, conchs, artifacts and the various cart-pullers offering hot snacks adds to the enigma of the place .These are the memories which came rushing by , enticing the strings of my heart. Life is indeed beautiful when you can share them with their loved ones.
It is not just the place but the presence of people around you which makes any trip memorable. And yes words of Hemingway do echoed in my mind “Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.” And to add always go on trips with someone whom you love the most.
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She comes hurriedly. There are drops of sweat on her forehead. She occupies the corner stool. And picks one of her favorite book. She immerses herself in the world of fables. Trying to forget her pain, she keeps reading on. The images of doctors , nurses keep flashing in her mind . But she moves on.
PS : Books are our best of friends. They never fail us . A good book listen and talk to us . Our pain subsides when we are in the company of a good book . This piece was written to highlight the importance of books in our lives and the divine intervention it offers when we are in grief.
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