::Loss::

The scent of fresh roses still remained stained upon the dry canvass of memories of a glowing morning in spring…

That was a long time ago and I cannot recall when it happened next. It is still winter here but I cannot wait any further for spring to arrive and unwrap its surprises.

Each time I look outside the window of my inner world, my eyes search for the faces I may never get to see again in this lifetime. Yet, it is an amazing truth that we cannot deny when we come across strangers and our hearts tend to skip a beat or our eyes refuse to blink. Deep inside, something stirs and melts those frozen memories of a lost loved who left leaving a deep scar as a parting gift.

It is even more moving when we gradually forgive and forget our dark pasts to slowly breathe deeper into the waiting arms of the foggy future filled with empty pockets of uncertainty and strange people who eventually stay with us as faithful friends to the very end of our incomplete stories and complete it with their incomplete selves…

Coming back to myself, I close my eyes each time fate forces me to part with a soul who had been a part of my weak heart for some time. I express my tears, bereavement and respects in solitary confinement as I sit back and watch the reel flashing back frames of our good & bad times we shared together.

For a fact, I have always believed in life to be even more surprising that the blushing spring. Being a slow learner yet a perfectionist, I gradually learnt to brave the wraths of parting and walk tall by faking a smile to hide my true emotions.

Loss – it cannot be any worse than the word itself. But somewhere deep inside my mind, it keeps bringing back the scent of fresh roses in the form of memories I cherish and pay tribute…

::St. Martin's Island::

::FooD FoR ThoughT::

Today was yesterday’s tomorrow
Tomorrow is day after today
Today becomes tomorrow’s yesterday.

Time is a blessing in disguise. It is a healer for both the body and soul. It brings with it the wisdom of being silent by provoking meaningful thoughts to our actions – past and present.

True living is surviving against all odds we encounter in life and accepting what is being served without breathing a word. Winning comprises of a collection of time frames to earn that final moment of grandeur and opulence at the finishing line.

Victors are not always the vanquishers wearing the medals and laurels of honor. Mostly, they are the dark horses in disguise.

Optimism is only a theory. Reality is never what was initially planned. Thought are like smoke particles that keep changing and molding into shapes as they are emitted until they disappear if not retained.

Fear and fire are both dangerous if improperly attended. Trust can be as strong as steel and fragile as silk depending on how deep it is.

This world is just the beginning of how life looks like. The hereafter is the real place where life is rewarded by what one has earned to achieve his ultimate goal.

::ThE BackStagE Of SurvivorS::

Some of the best moments in life could be memories of childhood, love, achievements, defeat, loss of a loved one – some special moments when glued together become a masterpiece in its own way and form. Time being the most expensive commodity of present times I find it extremely difficult to sit down to count my collection of memories. However, I always find it worth to close my eyes and imagine how things would have turned out had they been the way I wanted.

Oftentimes, there are many dreams within us that remain unfulfilled. At times we have to end up sacrificing a want for a need – or at times for a better purpose or to win someone’s heart.

We all love to dream big, but to live them we have to take the trouble to face the harsh challenges that lie ahead of us stretching till the horizons the way we see them. Some achieve easily – some take ages yet few are remembered, just for what they did for others by foregoing their own wants and sharing their good and happiness with the sadness of other incomplete people.

These special moments of emotion of real humans are what remains down ages, centuries with the passage of time and are retold to the young as a humble note of inspiration to lead the next generation.

No one is born with the perfection of speckles qualities and aces of talents to become the most extraordinary. Perfection comes with the courage to face the worst and survive to stand and walk tall without complaining. True achievers are not perfect people from another planet.

Every successful person we so admire as our everyday heroes and living role models have a story to tell that made himself / herself what they are today. The best moments are just rolling in, but if you read through their steps towards their objectives you will discover their rise from ashes where all they had with themselves was the armor of determination, unbending courage and the torch of faith…