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Memories. They do bring a smile.

Tere khushboo mein base khat main jalata kaise?

WISE cracks

The difference between 'think' and 'is' is called Life.

Back after long. Life has been very hectic and unpredictable. Have had no time to relax or contemplate over anything. Everything is uncertain. All lose ends. Waiting for one to get tied so that i can figure out the rest. Papa has been very ill. Has been in the hospital almost all of the month gone by. Travelling to and fro between office and hospital is taking its toll on me.

Would have collapsed had it not been for the support of dear friends. Thanks everyone.
Hope someone had a good Diwali because i didnt.

A very happy birthday to you. Hope this becomes the starting point of the rest of your life. A life devoid of the major burdens you have been carrying on your shoulders tirelessly. A life that has its shares of ups and downs but more ups than downs. A life where you smile more often and cry little. A life that makes you realise that life can be beautiful. A life that gives you all you want.

Happy Birthday Jigyasa. My best will always be with you. Start smiling.

Vaibhava

The Realisation

It starts off small. A chance realization, the kind that hits you out of nowhere when you are going about your life, chatting with friends, wasting time on trivial things, cracking mindless jokes, and gives you that lost kind of a look for a moment and you shrug it off to ask your friend what he just said. You are told the punch line of the joke again and you laugh your heart out. Reluctantly. Because, somewhere deep inside you, the thought has taken permanent residency.

You fear it will keep pestering you, come back at all the inopportune moments to make your laugh a tad less heartier and become the last thing you think about before sleeping and the first thing you ponder over you when wake up.

It feeds on you. The more you try to push it down, to lose it in the whirlpool of a thousand other thoughts in your head, trick yourself into getting rid of it, the stronger it becomes in the flotsam of your thoughts. There’s no escaping it.

What usually follows is restlessness. By the tonne. Nothing is what it earlier was. Time stretches. Friends aren’t the solace they once were. Food isn’t the passion you proclaimed it to be. Comfort becomes much more difficult to find.

It always completes its course. The long journey. And, although you knew it the very instant it occurred to you, you still choose the longer path of delayed realization. It's always the same. That, life has passed you by. Opportunities have passed you by. You HAVE grown up. There will be no more childhood dreams of big houses and fancy cars. The only thing that is now a reality will be the screwed up life you have lived, you are living and will continue to live. Deal with it!

So be it.