Love story

Some nights as you must also have experiences, you get up wide awake from a deep sleep though how hard you try again to sleep it has already proved to be a futile effort so you  lie and just think, as you jump from one incomplete thought to another you realize you are even more awake. Same happened to me last night I just got up with sleep gone I stared at the black darkness of the night from my window I did numerous times try to sleep again as you might have but like stars at day time it just vanished leaven me in utter blankness.

Being rainy season with the monsoon striking now! Though late. I could hear the loud murmur of the insects in the quiet of the night may be they were talking, rejoicing, dancing; having a party celebrating life because the birds had slept and for these dark hours they no longer had to hide. So they choose to welcome coming rain as the moisture laden wind blew.

It has begun raining oh! How I love the sound of rain drops when they touch the ground pitter –patter maybe that’s how a symphony plays when lovers meet after a long time. the smell when the first drops of water hit the dry parched earth  is  maybe the scent of  goddess’s embedded in all their precious, delicate finery; am I only one who thinks it should be made into perfume.

When did I fall in love with rain don’t remember but it’s a one sided romantic story that will never end of that I am sure or does it love me. It’s like a competition will the frogs croak win or the buzz of the insects or will all their sounds drown as the rain falls. Like an evil guardian who does all in his power to  stop lovers meet thunder roars as lightning strikes repeatedly  forcing me away from the window of my bedroom. So what   if I can no longer see the rain in utter darkness and I feel the little drops the somehow escape to meet me. I sit on my bed as I listen to the sounds and think of dreams of countries and places of fairies, of magic; of a world so different and better than what we know where nothing is impossible.

When did I fall asleep to the lullaby of sweet rain  I don’t know  but I remember so vividly the dream I had I was  running, jumping; dancing. Free from all constraints.

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Break through from your mold, Philadelphia, USA

Words

There was an old movie which I viewed recently: a story of two friends, of their friendship which the world envied. Such was their bond that if anyone hurt any one of them in some way, they would make another foe as well. In life, like all things good must pass the test of time, so does life depicted in movies, their strong bond of friendship crumbed over some hasty words spoken in a moment of anger, and anger turns man insane, so a few blows were exchanged amidst torrents of harsh words.

All because of the argument, the ‘exemplary’ friends turned into bitter enemies. Now, not a word was spoken between the two or a passing smile exchanged; the outburst of anger was seen every time anyone mentioned the other’s name.

It continued for their lifetime when the next generation became the head of the respective family, the enmity was sustained so did the next generation and so forth until the cause of fight was long forgotten. Now, there was a girl and a boy in each family. Moreover, they were in a age when hot blood dared to skip all rules, so they fell in love but tragedy struck when they learnt their very strong love was opposed with great might by both their families. But, after much persuasion and effort, they managed to calm the enmity. Love won as always in the end. However, such is very rare in real life.

In actual life (minus the love which poses as the solution in the movie), words have the power to blow a situation out of proportion, where in the answer seems to be lost forever. Yes, a bullet once shot it cannot be brought back, but it’s only words. Right, how much damage can they do? How much can they hurt? But, words can hurt. Nobody bleeds to death, yet a person dies forever—maybe a parent, a friend or anyone. For words are all we have, which we all can call our own to make a friend of a passerby, to bind the family closer, and for a host of other things done every day or to make enemies entirely. It all comes within our choice.

As Frank Outlaw writes in “Watch”: “Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become actions.Watch your actions, for they become habits.Watch your habits, for they become character.Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

Words

There was an old movie which I viewed recently: a story of two friends, of their friendship which the world envied. Such was their bond that if anyone hurt any one of them in some way, they would make another foe as well. In life, like all things good must pass the test of time, so does life depicted in movies, their strong bond of friendship crumbed over some hasty words spoken in a moment of anger, and anger turns man insane, so a few blows were exchanged amidst torrents of harsh words.

All because of the argument, the ‘exemplary’ friends turned into bitter enemies. Now, not a word was spoken between the two or a passing smile exchanged; the outburst of anger was seen every time anyone mentioned the other’s name.

It continued for their lifetime when the next generation became the head of the respective family, the enmity was sustained so did the next generation and so forth until the cause of fight was long forgotten. Now, there was a girl and a boy in each family. Moreover, they were in a age when hot blood dared to skip all rules, so they fell in love but tragedy struck when they learnt their very strong love was opposed with great might by both their families. But, after much persuasion and effort, they managed to calm the enmity. Love won as always in the end. However, such is very rare in real life.

In actual life (minus the love which poses as the solution in the movie), words have the power to blow a situation out of proportion, where in the answer seems to be lost forever. Yes, a bullet once shot it cannot be brought back, but it’s only words. Right, how much damage can they do? How much can they hurt? But, words can hurt. Nobody bleeds to death, yet a person dies forever—maybe a parent, a friend or anyone. For words are all we have, which we all can call our own to make a friend of a passerby, to bind the family closer, and for a host of other things done every day or to make enemies entirely. It all comes within our choice.

As Frank Outlaw writes in “Watch”: “Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become actions.Watch your actions, for they become habits.Watch your habits, for they become character.Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

Late but not dead

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“Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do”. -Mark Twain

Two long long years  since i last posted and I have no excuse except I have been lazy. This is something I love to do . The wise have said when you release something positive in the atmosphere you get ten fold  of it in return,hence I share.
This wonderful community has always been very good to me showered me with their love, presence and taught me with so many new things shared their joys sorrows faith passion events etc  think about any topic and it was shared. For which I will be forever be thankful.
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I am here again because I never can seem to get enough of all your love and my love for reading .

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when people aren’t asking question

They’re making suggestions

And when they’re not doing one of those

They’re either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes

And then as if that weren’t enough to annoy you

They employ you.

Anybody at leisure

Incurs everybody’s displeasure.

It seems to be very irking

To people at work to see other people not working,

So they tell you that work is wonderful medicine,

Just look at Firestone and Ford and Edison,

And they lecture you till they’re out of breath or something

And then if you don’t succumb they starve you to death or something.

All of which results in a nasty quirk:

That if you don’t want to work you have to work to earn enough money so that you won’t have to work.

 
You don't need to apologise to others for not writing its you who deserves a sorry but sometime 
circumstances are such we fail to write though wanting to. :(