Race of Life

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Mountain worth the Climb?

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All was quiet except for the crunching sound of dry leaves under my feet and the air rushing through the woods. Exhausted, I was almost on the top yet so far. The final stretch approached, the trail got steep and dangerous. But I said to myself, ‘This is my mountain and I will climb it’. The looked at the dancing trees to the whistling of the wind, the humming of birds guiding the visitors and the scattered light that filters through the trees when sun shines.  And I was here, on the top, conquering this massive, magnificent piece of art by Mother Nature. I feel weightless and innocent, just admiring the beauty in its purest form. Finally I was here, admiring the great Himalayan range and watch the sun going down the horizon. And as I recall my way to the top, I was able to understand the gist of my journey. Continue reading

Nostalgic

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Everything around us is dull and dead except for the box of old photos. Nothing moves in the box yet it feels so lively when going through it. You are lost in the moment and the only thing that is constant is you breathing and that smile on your face; smile that was not there a moment before and will turn off the moment you are done. People come and go, some for hours, some for years and life goes on. But the pictures, they remain… retaining the life as it was. Unlike us.

Who Am I?

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Who am I? Am I in control of myself? Or I am just a shadow of myself or a fragment of who I should be. Am I the salt or the water; Am I me or you; one of many or one of few? Am I a thought, a perception, dream or a nightmare? Or am I a closed book deserted in the clustered bag or on a shelf in the library. Continue reading

Shades of Love

I stared out through the glass; head tilted against the train window. I was searching for a thought to grasp onto, one out of many running through my mind. It was silly of me to be surprised at the one I chose.

The pain instantly found its way into my chest, causing me to wince. At times, I had to ask myself if I enjoyed it. It was something I’d put myself through more frequently. Patiently, eyes closed, I whispered. Hold on, it will pass, just wait it out. Continue reading

Patience’s a Virtue

842x342-H2H-Begin-the-year-with-patience-and-gracePatience is a quality that we seem to forget or ignore. As we evolve, we grow impatient every minute. Be it while standing in queues for tickets or stuck in traffic and waiting for lights to change. In a literal sense, patience is defined as the person’s capability to accept and tolerate the delay without getting upset about it. But do we take the pain to understand the deeper meaning within? Word Patience implies the willingness to stay in the present and living it to fullest with a belief that something good will happen to us when the time is right.

We are, all, born in a world of preference. Continue reading