Falling in Love

I am falling in love, with the scenic beauty life offers
with the intensity of love it has
I am falling in love, with the old eyes full of experience
and concern towards life and moments passed by
I am falling in love, with the giggles of a child
when he sees his father walking down the road
I am falling in love, with the dry barren land
which shows patience and pain it carries in itself
I am falling in love, with the warmth of the hands
the touch that speaks more than words
I am falling in love, with the colors of leaves
as they nurture the change happening around
I am falling in love, with the nothingness
since it makes me feel that there is something more to me
I am falling in love, with you and with everyone
coz you are inseparable part of my being
I am falling in love, all love all over again
coz that is the reason I am here.

Gone are the days

I start wondering what to wear for the office on a busy Monday morning? A regular but an important question. It makes me wonder why do I do that everyday?

As I pick blue full sleeves cheque shirt and the black pair of pants I tune the radio in my room to listen to my favourite channel. A beautiful song to start the day with. As I gain consciousness of the passing time, I watch outside the window which has become a regular bench spot for the pigeons in my building. The school building in front of my window is all filled with noises from the jumping 15 something kids.

Someone shoots the football as his team start orienting for the perfect pass route. As I watch my mind drifts into a time that was just few years back. I can see myself on a ground passing the ball to the right forward of my class team. The memories bring in sight many faces whom I had forgotten with time.

'Life definitely moves on and has a craving to keep going no matter how you react. So keep on with your pace towards your aim.' As I catch a glimpse of my wrist watch its time for me to hit the stairs, if I don't want to miss the company bus. Life gets so monotonous as you grow up. Gone are the days when I was more moody and inclined towards being with friends. I need to carry on as gone are those days.

A great thing in life is that it gets onto a new start the time you want to. Its like a magic wand.

Have you ever entered a cave which seems endless? It defines life with itself. Firstly, you are blind though you have eyes and you just walk through your learnings of hitting the walls. You walk to see the other end of it, but lose the purpose because you fall in love with the darkness. You can't imagine who has contributed for your last turn because you are so engrossed in the journey that the steps dont matter.

Every dark tunnel has a bright opening and it feels difficult facing the lightn as acquaintance of darkness takes over. Keep walking as that is what you are supposed to do. But, dont loose the lesson and experiment as your heart says. Reason? Only one life to experience and enjoy. Risk plays an important part and accepting one gives atleast one important lesson. Jump high. Dont worry about hitting the sky, its the limit for bare eyes, but not for mind.

Use your contacts wisely, but be wise while they use you. Walk the walk you want to, your neighbour has his own walk too. Love your time and your self. They are the only things you own. Write a new story, the way you would like to read after 20 years. You are what you are and cherish what you have got.

Beat Goes on

I fall. I swirl around with the bike being my partner as we draw a figure 8 on the road scratching the surface. Screech.... the loud noise.

Rewinding it back. We had a long night and on the way back, I suggested a cuppa tea to help my friend keep himself awake as he rides his Yamaha. We order for three cups and in that chilled out morning, when the clock was ticking at half past 5, it tasted the best tea in my lifetime as I gulp down the first drop of it. I observe as few old men try to ignite the fire with the help of papers. The wood seems to refusing to light up and someone suggests few drops of fuel and it catches fire like sun just got its first ignition kick.

As I gulp down the last sip of the tea, I watch them packing the bags for the journey back. I hurry up and kick start the bike and smile to signal that I am ready. We switch gears and start the back journey. Though tired I feel delighted by the roar of the engine and the beautiful road I conquered. Every minute I feel happy for the time we had, must be the best one in my lifetime.

I fall. I swirl around with the bike being my partner as we draw a figure 8 on the road scratching the surface. The bike refuses to let go its power and I start rolling in a fashion I never thought I could ever do. I can see the details which I see in a speed of 45 kmph. I can see the other bike going away and only thing I can do is try and control my swirling. I feel a numbness in myself and thoughts give up as if the source is gone, like a power controller switched off.

I see two strangers running in my direction and see a concern on their face as I settle down and take a look at the bike. It has been badly bruised. The tea has shown its effect and otherwise I would have been wide awake. I get up and press the clutch and the gear but it does not work, so I press the clutch and drag the bike on one of the banks of the road. I feel my vision blurred, head trying to calculate the next steps and then I hear a voice. "Are you OK?", a funny question for the situation I think. I nod and they start blaming the government for ill-maintained road. I ask for water in the most bleak voice and drink from the bottle they handed over. I gulp down a few drops and feel like giving up. I try to gather myself but then comes a sudden pain and I vomit as I feel myself losing my vision again. I feel breathless and cant gulp down the saliva. I feel like this is what people go through before they lose it all.

I observe my torn jeans, a scared hand and a badly bruised ego. I feel like I cannot move and have lost all the reserve energy. I wait patiently as a few drops wait in my eyes and then I see them returning back. He stands by the bike worried and she looks at me with a big concern. I say I am sorry for spoiling the trip. She says its all fine and its over. I hug her and feel her shivering as she tries to clear the dust and dirt from my wounds. She gives me another hug as I feel happy for surviving first of my accidents with few dents here and there. She says don't worry and I say it will go on forever in my mind.

Page Three Noises

I open the papers and with the main page I get a suppliment with some non-sense pics added on the front page. Celebs making rounds like its their new move in space.

I dont understand the importance of Page 3 in my life. Do I really get some value addition in my life with the gossips of the Who's who? Well honestly, its nothing more than a crap of paper. With the new product launches, comes some fresh pics with wierd faces, fake smiles and non-sense news. Is this leading me anywhere in my life? Certainly not.

But does that make any sense in anyones life? Well it does. Without Page 3's where would the gossips be flashed, where would the budding face appear? What would the journalists do if the Page 3 is snatched away from them? Is there a special course that they take for Page 3 journalism? If yes, what kinda subjects are taught? Just a sneak peek if they really have a specialisation in Page 3 culture. A subject about how to get a celebs atention called Celeb Skills. Another one on gossip cultivation from no fruit bearing seeds but only weeds. May be something called Gossip weeding. Another subject on fashion st(a)yles. Here they are taught what to spot and what not? If you get that. Another one on geometry, to make them understand the basic figures and how to get the perfect backless pictures.

I can only understand that a Page 3 bunch of paper is regressive. It takes me back to a life when I was just three and would understand nothing else but the pictures. That is what I do even now. Just check the pics and throw away the paper in the pile of crap. Please share your views on what is your take on Page 3?

I am your childhood

Hello.

I am your childhood. I am nothing but your past. I am everything you have even when you dont have me. I am the run you had for a kite that flew with the wind. I am the tree in front of your home whose leaves meant the seasons for you.

I am your childhood. I am the first class and the first friend. I am your first bench which had scribbled names. I am the first prank you played on your dearest friend. I am the first fight you fought for your friend. I am the first smile that sparkled and made your day. I am the first drop of rain which you tried catching in your tender palms. I am the first roar when the lights went off.

I am the first bicycle which gave you another meaning to the word freedom. I am the first call you made with those tiny little fingers to your father to say "I miss you. When would you be back? Get me a chocolate." I am the first adventure you enjoyed with your cousins in the neighbour's garden to steal some mangoes. I am the tiny feet which made you dance on a favourite note.

I am the rich fragrance of a red rose. I am the first thorn that picked on your finger. I am the first staircase where you cried since no one was home. I am the first movie on TV. I am the song of your favourite Spiderman animated series. I am the red bricked dead end of your alley. I am the first rhyme that made your family smile and hug you in return. I am the first slide of a big projector in your neighbours place, while having some serious discussion.

I am the first friend of your new school. I am the first lesson of English. I am your unmoulded self which was all receptive of new stories and experiences. I am the first beating you had from your dad after your first lie. I am your first crush in school. I am the first "Hello" to your would be girlfriend. I am the rowdy side of you which would enjoy running away after bursting crackers on a sleeping dog.

I am your past. I am your present and the future coz I am what you are. I am you.

Arms Wide Open

It was just another bump on the "dirt-kart" racing Mumbai road. The radio channel was buzzing in the background with a small disturbance now and again playing the latest track from Golmaal. The road has become more dustier which engulfs the morning myst like a Black Satan spreading its winds. Hell with it!!!

A new page which I have been waiting for that morning. The book cover reads "Fish Omnibus". I just love the simplicity and the yellow color the cover carries. It reflects the calmness of the blue ocean. I search for the page which has a turned corner and I have a sparkle of a child's eye as I start revising the last page I had read before one week!!

It says that the first stage of any journey is defined by the Attitude. A person has choices always. Even I have many. To return to the last Linkin Park video or continue measuring the words on this "alive page" or I can just stare in nothingness or think about the next deadline. Hey, why not take a great attitude with a proper choice. I will emerge a winner only when I think I can. I will reach the top of the fort when I climb the last rusted step. I can see the victory flag waiting for me only if I believe that it is there for me.

I love the positive aura people, books or nature beam out. It makes me think how can a brave young boy be a terrorist if he has had so many sources to pick the best from. He could have selected to be a pilot with the amount of focus he carries or may be a modest son earning for his family. Well there are many cirumstances that lead to death of his dreams. They carry a lot of importance since they are the turning point of his new begining. A new path will enfold all the secrets only when one walks towards it.

I remember the scene from the movie Motorcycle Diaries when the hero and his friend set for a ride around the South America and then their path change. Only for the ride they had taken, only for the hardships, hunger and fun they had faced did their life change.

A coffee vending machine stands there for you. Its you who has to decide whether to gulp two cups or just leave the cafeteria. Do you welcome choice with your "Arms wide Open"?

Heard your Heart?

It says it all...

When was the last time that you did what you wanted to? Did you jump over the step just for fun....or did you pulled your own cheeks to feel childish?

More than anyone we are closest and the farthest from ourselves....It is hard to listen to everything that the heart says...sometimes its to vague for that....but did we atleast listen to the call or were we too busy to listen to it....

Hey did you sing your favourite song when the FM channel was playing it or you were busy bothering yourself thinking about others? Listen to the beat of your hard working heart.....

Did you play the prank on your pal or did you scrapped it just for nothing? May be it was too stupid to do that but why not? May be he/ she would have enjoyed it the most. May be you cold have enjoyed watching him/her smile...aint those smiles precious? Work hard for them and work through your heart...most of the times it would be on the target...

Let your heart speak to you!!! Its the only one you have!!!

Time flies bye!!!

Its like yesterday that I started with my new class 7th copy, which smelled as fresh as winter mornings!!! I have fun the first day, since this is my first class in a new town where I made new friends. They all are like me though they belong to a new place. I am impressed with my new Maths teacher. He is great at explaining things.

The year ends and so does another one and all of a sudden I am in 10th. My first challenge and platform, as they say and they keep scolding me for better scores, which I should get. Well, then I sleep and wake up with a General Science book of Standard 12th. Its boring reading about Plants and the way they reproduce. I study and get into engineering. This time its different. I am all alone in my walk. I am staying all alone and thats superb. I know many things which otherwise would have been out of reach.

I have completed two years in my professional career. Its the day which I begin thinking, two years, wow!! Are you done? Well the answer is no and I pull over the sheets again for a quick nap before I have to run to catch the office bus. I do catch it and am greeted by office colleagues with broad smiles. I am on cloud nine for a moment before my client says that I have to leave for Baroda tomorrow for some important meeting.

Today with a third part of my life behind me I am facing the road ahead. Well time is surely the only weapon and tool a person has and I have used and misused it. Its gone and cannot be repaired but a stained uniform shirt can be. Its been exciting and challenging path. I took a few and was forced to follow a few decisions that changed the course of my life. Can I please get another chance to change my majors from engineering to medicines? Well may be in the next life, till then its a chicken thats already roasted to suit a particular taste.

Hey then I remember I have another 2/3rd of life remaining and can I chose the way I wanna live it? Voila!!! The answer is YEP, I can!!! Hey why cry when you have another day to live but make it count? CHEERS!!! LIFE ROCKS!!!

I am Full

I am full of all the emotions and feelings. I am full of enthusiasm and a drive towards betterment. I am full of the beauty of nature and the secrets it beholds deep inside. I am full of love and love for life. I am full of pain and agony of the city lanes which function like a slaughter house. I am full of dreams to touch the sky and jump over that too.....

I am full of gushing gasoline through my nerves. I am full of truth and sacredness at this moment. I am full of music running all the time in my head. I am full of the smiles of all those toddlers who throw their legs kicking the surrounding air. I am full of the nothingness. I am full of the swaying leaves of the trees. I am full of the sprinkling and incoming water of the blue sea. I am full of the completeness.

I am full of pride of my independence. I am full of respects to all those who made me independent from everything. I am full of cheers to those who are dreaming of better tomorrow and are working towards fulfillment. I am full of the resonance of "Veena" till eternity. I am full of echoes in the mountains which gave my life a new dimension. I am full of the circles on the slate that are drawn by tiny hands. I am full of giggles which represent the mood of the running child, when he locates a butterfly.

I am full of tricks that the magician performed while everyone was trying to solve his last one. I am full of the beautiful sweet smell of the flowers that line the entrance. I am full of mysteries which keep me active. I am full of drive to do something new. I am full of madness to explore the new horizons. I am full of the husky voice of Bryan Adams. I am full of the ticking sound of the the watch. I am full of the afternoon Sun while gulping down the last drop. I am full of the myst that covers the forest. I am full of the cries of the dogs while they howl. I am full of the shine of the water while it dances with the breeze.

I am full of the new technology which changes the life and which never gives up. I am full of spirits to deliver when it matters the most. I am full of the creative life of the bigger One. I am full of the cool shade I crave for in a dry barren desert. I am full of dropping rains. I am full of the loudness of silence. I am so full but I am still so empty.

What do you want?

Have you ever wondered in life if today is the day you lived for? Is it what you always wanted and would have walked every mile around the globe for? Would you dare trade any achievement for today? Would you fight endlessly for today's sunshine? Would you shed each drop of your blood to paint today's horizon?

Do we really consider what we are falling into? If not we should. We tend to forget that we have only one life to live. We carelessly spend seconds doing nothing, NOTHING? Well all of us do at some point or other. We should understand that today might be the last day for us. So why do we let it go, let it slip? Just like that. Are we not becoming slaves of NOTHINGNESS?

Many of us understand all of the above but do we change it? Nopes. Its only because we consider that we are here forever. We become so careless that we forget our dreams. Are we not killing ourselves? Is this what you want from your life? I know its a bad idea thinking of death, but can we change it? If we are really living we would not waste any moment of it for doing nothing that interests us. Endlessly discussing scum on phone and killing our dreams.

Its for ourselves to analyse whether this is the life we would want to live again? If the answer is Yes for all the situations, we have made the most of our life. Else? Start working to work on it and make it much better so that you dont repent about that. Start Living!!!

Change...Will we??

I have seen everything change. Aint we changing? Well we keep changing from the time we are in the womb. May be even before that. DNA keeps on changing and so do our future and past. How does past change? Well aint Indian history taken differently. Some say its because of Indian Freedom Fighters and few say that Britishers were anyways planning to pack their bags.

Change is here to stay. Can we avoid it? May be not. Aint denial from changing, a change in itself? We, by denying to change are changing our destiny. So is there anything called destiny? If I crush an ice thats its destiny and if I dont it has lakhs of other options. So aint destiny itself a variable thing? Its a theorotical concept. But can we still feel positive that we can set our destiny? Well its like multiple worlds. Options superceed our thoughts. We have limited imagination. How? May be we can say that I would walk or run or take car or catch a train. But hey aint there any other option left? Yes.

So why change? I say why not change? If you love changes you love living life the way it should be lived. The plants grow up, we learn things which changes us. Why worry about not changing when we are anyways changing? May be I wont catch the next bus, aint we changing by even a small decision? However, what a kind person can do is change for betterment of self and others. We live together and our act affect others. So why not make it a better life for all. Lets walk this distance and save petrol, lets swicth off the light in the day. May be we can go to even finer and micro things. But will we?

Well even if we wont, we will HAVE to. Its the need of the hour. Lets burn the whole Hydro storages in Earth's womb and we have to change. Look for alternatives. Lets live on Moon and ask for a change. Lets take Auto instead of Car and ask for a change. We are changing and thats the underlined truth. So think wise and change for better future. Lets forget the divison of color, cast, creed and status. They are temporary. Anyone CAN change from one level to another and thus be on our side. So be open for it and change for Happy endings!!!

Feeding Correctly

I have seen Sachin Tendulkar playing that shot off his foot quite often. Its pure elegance and a trademark shot!!! I have also seen Roger Federer playing the effortless backhand winner. Its a shot which would make every opponent run for his money!!!

That triggered me thinking what makes these champs to play so effortlessly. Is it training or inborn talent? Well its a mix and match of both the things. However, the upper hand is of their brain structure. They are trained so heavily and regularly that they can watch the change just by looking into opponents eyes. Its this training that surges them to the elite class!!

Training your mind and brain is a hard thing. Its like drawing a line on the rock on the beach. If you draw a line with a chalk on the rock the enxt wave would wipe it off and it would be GONE!! As if it was never there. However, if you redraw it again and again it would be part of the rock's existence. Isnt that a good thing? Well not always. It can be bad as well. Remember the habit you developed in childhood when your Mom used to shout for dehabiting yourself. Its very important to understand what is good and bad for you. Everything has a plus and a negative sign attached to it. You should be able to judge it properly as a very thin line divides it. Understanding what the division line is made up of and what impacts it beholds is one of the most important lessons in life.

So redraw lines which you want in your life and practise refrain from practising the bad ones. Life is what we make out of it. Its a journey which follows the path we lay. So be selective and careful what you select as it will affect your future. Beware of the pitfalls and walk on...

Taking the first step

Life is not always about moving out, but its also majorly about analysing the steps we take. To sow a seed we should first know what we want as an outcome.

However, many of us walk like the wind which doesnt understand where it wants to go. Its like getting into a train which can end up at any terminus. Unless we introspect and understand our existence we behave like a drop of rain falling on earth which doesnt know where it wants to land. However, while dropping the other powerful forces like wind, thunder, gravity might set the course for the drop if it doesnt. Do we want to live life on self decision or what?

Agreed that sometime circumstances demand an out of way kind of step. However, a better individual decides the net step even then. Its like planning for the next match. Though the bad weather ruled out one day we shouldnt or rather we cant afford to stop planning for further matches. If one day gets cancelled enjoy the day anyways, however get your charts drawn, weigh your options and understand what you want from the next match. Every match is a new match and we need to be ready for the best planing for the worst.

Journey needs to start with one single step but once started it needs to carry on no matter what hurdles come in. May be your swollen feet will get tired and you wont be able to walk the rough terrain, take some rest and then move on coz thats what the journey is for. It teaches us a lot. Learn every lesson it teaches you, gather the flowers and stories on the way but dont forget to take the First step after every stop. Sing the song the road has to offer and sing the rhythm till you reach the goal.

Traveller at heart

If not Indian, a Gypsy!!! Thats what my heart says. Since it loves watching the sun shine in the incoming and still waters!!!

If not engineer, definitely a gypsy!! Since my heart loves to design new dotted pictures with stars, lying on wet grass, dry sand, cold ice sheets.

If not a human, a bird!!! Since I would have wings to go places which I can only imagine. To meet different picturesque locations. Since I get a chance to reach the top of cold mountains and feel the cold ice touch me.

I just love travelling!!! I think thats the one thing that turns me on more than anything. It sends an impulse through my body and I am all excited for a new adventure. May be I am born in a different location and have different dreams too, but this a dream which hits me no matter where I am.

Its like sipping your first sip of Lemon vodka. Its like first kiss, first occassion of holding hands. Its like the first walk on the wet sand at a beach. Its like the first peep through that naughty hole in the wall. Its also like the first dive in the pool on a chilly shivering morning of winter. Its like meeting a new friend whom you knew since long time!!!

Travelling is also a refreshing cold glass of lime water in the summer sun. Its like the warmth of a beautiful naked body lying next to you in the same sheets. Travelling is clinching your eyes tight when you burst a firecracker. Its the occassion of tired eyes but unsatisfied mind. Travelling is like listening to the rhythmic cowbell as herds walk in dusk, bursting the dust clouds everywhere. Its the soothing song of a river in the night as you watch the moon through darkness. Its like catching your first fish and watching it swim back in the water as you sit down to drop it. Its like the first giggle of a young child with happiness when it watches its mother. Travelling for me is like the first drop of water after a marathon in the desert. Or it is more like the fresh fragrance of a newly bought book. Its like the first breath against your skin when you are so close to that special someone that not even air can pass through.

Those untamed roads that I watch everyday as I travel in bus towards my college are like a destiny where I belong. That little curvy tributary of river, which will dry off in summer, is as intimidating as a beautiful girl whom I have never spoken to. Those shining ones above are so tempting that I can die for them. I would let go eveything if I get those colorful wings of a butterfly for a day. I wont mind walking throughout my life to reach the cold feet of a mountain which stands proudly crowned by dusky shade of clouds. That beautiful smile in the eye of a distant child is as appealing as anything in this world. I am a dreamer and I would never give up a dream but only for a moment in those lush green forests. I have so many new feelings when I am amonst the woods that I get overwhelmed. I want to hug those dry barks as they look at my smile when I walk towards them. I would kiss the sand on a beach because I want to.

The dream of watching a reflection of those tall mountains in the lake beneath is so affectionate that I can stay there forever. The small ripples which are created when the tiny waves hit the shore are the most amazing beauties ever. They are like new born babies who smile at anyone no matter how strange you are for them. The sight of the blue sky as I lie down on the wet green grass is more precious than anything. Passion is what I have for the forests and yes it is my home. The innocent tickle I feel deep within me when I go out of the shade of a huge tree into the sunshine is still worth it. Nothing can better it.

Celebrating Independence

Today is 15th August. So my first wishes to all fellow Indians, "Wish you a very Happy Independence Day". We have completed 59 years of independence from the British rule. India has seen many ups and downs in this process. The growth has been steady and the country is reaping the fruits now.
However, when woke up I had questions wishing me 'Good Morning'. "Is this the total independence? Is this what all the Indians hoped for initially? Is this all?" The questions were so bothering that I couldnt resist mentioning them here.
Well we have come a long way from the 15th August of 1947. The country has changed a lot and so have the dreams. However, the basic dream of food, shelter and roof is still unaccomplished for many. Many wake up with empty stomach and dont have anything to satisfy this basic neccessity. With money juggling in many pockets, isnt this a shameful thing? With tax payers money wasted on 'hungama's ' in parliament its a pity for common man to sleep without lunch and dinner.
Also, people are busy shopping for posh flats. They carry their shopping baskets with them all the time. The localities have got the upbeat rhythm with many new builders joining the bandwagon. However, with the rising interest rates the people have woken to a new reality. Its the time again when people will have nightmares about the insecurity of property rates. But will poor people anytime think about joining this 'run for place' race? They cant buy themselves a meal, how can they dream for moon? With security concerns rising, people are freely pointing towards the fast growing slums. Is there an alternative? Can we do something to solve this problem? Yes, why dont we bring down the slums and with the help of corporates, give a new look to poor man's living place? I know this is always suggested but is there any implementation of the same? Ask the poor Raju who lives in the largest slum of Asia.
Well, everyone says that the industries and markets are growing with unprecedented rates. Agreed. But is it solving the unemployment problem? With the Universities playing factories producing graduates the problem seem to be growing, instead of declining. The education is not reaching the grass root level. The farmers forced to suicide how do we expect the rural India to grow? Slowly but steadily people and institutions should take some concrete steps of growth. They should contribute their hearts out to make an all rounded growth a reality and not only a dream. People should take the responsibility now, as this is the right time, as the NGOs are ready to support these steps.
Lets face it, the growing India has many more dreams than making many more rich industrialists. With many of them shining in Forbes, Business Weeks and other world class lists, the common poor man of India is still at the same level as he was in 1947. Is this the sign of progressive nation? Ask the same question to a class 6th boy and he can answer it correctly. Let this be the begining of a new season, a season of overall progress. A season where everyone gets a chance to contribute to nation's success story. Lets grow together and wipe out this dependence on others. Vande Mataram!

Journey of Life

As my dear friend mentioned that people in life are like waves who come and go. Some are important and some just come to touch the shore. A great thought I say. Its very much applicable.

However, aint our life very much like a wave in the vast ocean? We start our journey to reach the beach, give some enjoyable moments to people on the beach and go back. Take some other form and perish to restart. A life in which we reflect on others their own character just like the reflection of moonlight.

Or should I say life is more like a drop in the ocean which falls from up above. The relatives, friends and love as ripples in water. We start them and get surrounded by them. There are different layers just like the concentric travelling waves. Some closer ones going away some staying constantly with us. Its just the time in our lives which make our life full of ripples.

Alternatively life can be equated to a sweet. It takes lots of effort to make it. For example lets say a delicious, colorful pastry. We take the right ingredients and in right proportion. Some people make it absolute and some end up screwing it. Some people come always to get a taste of it. Some to share their own recipe. Some just like that to do some window shopping.

Life is more than life and death. It is whatwe make it, its what we like. Its bigger than living it and when you understand this you wont repent. Its a backward journey towards a new start. Everyday in itself is a new start. A journey which everyone undertakes, some just dont reach the end point they like. Dont stop keep walking. On a tired day you may want to just let it go. But dont let the momentum down, take a step and enjoy the process of walking.