• Musings

    My one precious life.

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    Is it just me or we all are actually loosing things?  We are loosing what we were when we were kids. Carefree, playful, true, happy, and innocent and a lot of other things we don’t pay a lot of attention to and so they don’t really matter when they disappear. There are a lot of things that I remember from my childhood and somehow I miss a lot more of what I had, than what I have now.

     Back then in school, I use to quickly complete my homework to go and play with my friends in the evening. Now I reach home when the sun goes down and still sit in front of this ugly screen and do my stuff. I miss playing out with friends and have something to look forward to. Ah! Talking about friends – I think the older you become, less friends you have.

     When we are young, we are exploring ourselves- we are still! This process never ends – we see things, experience them and understand. Now that I am not living with my parents, I really miss spending time with them and talk to them about anything and everything. I miss talking and drinking tea with my family out in the patio on a rainy day. Such wonderful things they were! I wonder why most of us realize these things when they are gone.

    large-2 My one precious life.

    large-2 My one precious life.

    I miss my old house furniture because I don’t really like this new age contemporary stuff. Things that were nothing to me back then, were the only things I feel had a soul in them. I miss these small little things we don’t usually pay much attention to -traditional rug, old telephones, old fan, smell of new/ old books, watching your parents grow old, watching kids playing in the street. A part of me is happy to grow old, happy to meet different people, learn new things, new technology- but a part of me miss those days a lot, like a lot. I don’t know why – may be because life was easy then, but I guess there was more innocence, kindness, love and more life.

  • Musings

    The road less travelled

    This makes me wonder –

    tumblr_m7atx7wq9w1rywysso1_500 The road less travelled

    The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.