A quiet self

Sit in a quiet place,

Quieten your self,

You will hear

The rarest of musical notes

Directed from the universe

That syncs with

The notes of your soul.

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Travellers teach

We are born alone and die alone. It is no rocket science to understand it.

Spending forty years on the planet earth has been an interesting trip. Roads that went uphill and dropped into valleys, some places it was easy to climb and appreciate the surroundings, some places it was painstaking. Painstaking is to such an extent that we want to stop traveling.

No, that’s not what we have to do, we are to travel long and short, high and low , just travel.

Traveling actually is no big deal, its simple, its what everybody does and would want to do with their two feet, hands and eyes to see, brain to understand and appreciate. The important part is what we see, what we understand, what we leave and what we take with us further.

We are our experiences. We can’t escape our experience. We can’t stop meeting other travelers. We like, we dislike, we fall in love, we trust, we break, we are made, supported, so many varied experiences. The bag is full of all kinds of it when its time to leave earth. Its all okay. We don’t take anything with us.

The profound thing is about the travelers we meet.

Everyone has something to teach us, everyone has to tell something we don’t know, everyone is half empty and half full.

My unknown birthday gift

Oh well, it is not my birthday and not coming soon too. It’s mant more months to go, rather it was just 3 months ago.

This birthday gift snap comes from my friend this morning on message. Asking, ‘Do you remeber this?’

Me:’ what? The book or some poem we wrote and that got published in this book?’

Didn’t know why exactly she was sharing this picture for.

Few minutes later her message popped., ‘hey its your birthday gift, we gifted you years back.’

I was scratching my head, pulling my hair, tapping my brains when was this gifted to me!!!

I tried to assume everything that could have happened with this book.

Why is my birthday gift still with her?

Which birthday she gifted me this book?

Did she lend it from me to read after gifting?

Or !!!!!!?????

Finally, I asked her the million dollar question.

I don’t remember this book.

‘Did you ever give me this gift? Did you by any chance forget to give it to me.’

To which she had to write back,

‘seems so’

Hahaahaahahhaa..

This is how my friends are, my loving and dear ones.

MAGIC

Once upon a time, I was asked in an interview about my favorite story,

‘A Little Match Girl’ was my prompt reply.

Till date I am not sure about that one thing that still makes me like the story. there were so many things I guess, the style of narration, the story line, the details in it, the good part, the sad part, so many things rolled in one.

Thinking about it today, it just occurs to me that the best thing about the story is the MAGIC.

Not that i believe staunchly in Magic, magician or things happening to me without efforts, It’s the word ‘MAGIC’.

The Magic in the word ‘MAGIC’. It lights me up, brightens my smile and lifts my spirits. It gives me a freshness about life and belief that in this temporary life; unexpected things can happen and we can always dream, expect, realize and recognize some things to happen.

Life does take a turn, sometimes suddenly, so stay happy and hopeful and feel the MAGIC. A MAGIC of every NOW.