Yeah, at times even the serious me defies all logic and
worldly reasoning. In fact, the real me connects to everything and feels
responsible for everything. Compassion
hurts, kills, makes life and so does connections. Connections that make us build walls with windows and bridges with gates. Connections that make chemistry, give energy and create stories.
There is no childhood without-“Once upon a time”, actually
there is no life without those lines. The tiny stories, moments and the gap between
those moments are actually priceless, boundless and infinite. Somebody had hit
the right line by saying some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
There is a story behind every life . What are moments and memories without emotions and context?
We build homes, not houses.
We wander, not travel.
We add spice, not cook.
We perform, not shower.
We feel the rain, not just get wet,
We breathe stories, not just read books.
We doodle, not just scribble.
We live, not ride.
We create, not make.
We feel, not think.
We trust, not believe.
We daydream, not quit.
We all are budding drama queens who love to live and hate to
fake it. Even pain demands to be felt. From every wound there is a scar, and every
scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived. Tell me your story. I’ll listen;
it is the best seller I have been waiting for.
