There are some things so beautifully engaging that one never really grows out of it. No matter how big one has made it chai pakode in a rainy day at a roadside rerdi beside your old colony is always a welcoming thought. Happiness is seldom measured by money alone, and yet all we actually dream of is money. All we really chase is joy but not realizing that makes us wander in wrong directions looking for money. We are deluded to believe we need material pleasures to be happy. Actually if the ultimate goal is happiness, we need nothing. We can be just as happy as we please.
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Monday, 9 March 2015
Setting sun on this Sunday
The sun is setting. Slowly into his slumber. He is pulling up the covers of the night, tucking in between the sheets of the shivalik mountains. With him he puts to sleep the ranges. The birds obediently head home. The forest mutely sleeps. The villages nestled put up pinpricks of a stubborn fight against the might twinkle of the stars, until late when they give in to the slumber of sleeping silence.
Serenading silence
Taking a little time to listen to silence. To ignore the chugging of the chain of thoughts in order to just be we travel miles away from ourselves. To really listen, one has to be really silent.
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