Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be...Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never live
It has to be here. Last it was kept in that tiny medicine-pill box. (2013, Rainy day in Jakarta, she was visiting a local flea market with her Boss. He suggested her to buy the tiny medicine pill box as SIM card storage.) It was a wonderful idea. She had been struggling with her huge pile of SIM cards, changing every other two weeks, as she hopped on and off around the world for her work. It was actually Boss’ wife's brilliant idea; to store sim cards in the pill box. Women! It has been over a decade but she still goes back to that day whenever this tiny pill box is in her sight. It is amazing how small things, like a magnet, attract memories forgotten or probably stored neatly inside our brains somewhere. On any unsuspected day, a tiny Neuron might hit that storage brain-shelf and drop that memory box off the brain-shelf. Bam! A day dream erupts, a nostalgia creeks in and 2013 is fresh as a daisy in your mind. Nuts! ‘Aah, here you are’ She finds the pill box in her white basket w...
Dear Zindagi, First of all, I would like to inform you that I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda. Otherwise I would have never paid attention to this aspect of being thankful to you. Yes, a little unthankful I have become with time. So this one is just for you! Thank you Zindagi. Thank you for all the tiny happy moments, fascinating experiences, help during tough times and a pat on the back whenever I made a mark. Remember when I was small; you made it so pleasant and good for me. As I grew, I found you more beautiful to me. Not because I discovered iPhone & Prada but because, you made me capable; capable to be happy despite of the circumstances. You showed me ways to unlock happiness and helped me in sticking to it. Remember, when I used to envy my friends who went for school trips while I stayed at home and study. Well, guess what, my life’s most cherished moment is still the one where I saw Mom and Dad teary eyed on my ...
On the suggestion of a newly made friend, I am driven to write after ages. Something which I had observed during my recent business escapade to Maastricht. To totally recuperate myself from the age long sabbatical, I have helped my mind with dimly lit room. Thanks to Christmas lights in the living room. To top it all, I have just switched on the radio station ‘Purani Jeans’ on Gaana.com. In recent days, I have started playing it again. Apple music subscription has really made me forget about this gem. I think it was almost two weeks ago; when I accidentally remembered about this app on my phone and jumped with joy on my home-office chair. Although I had some 400 clauses to answer and comply with, yet I took a break to feel the old songs on this radio station. I think the song was ‘Tere Bina Zindagi Se’. This song has always poked something wounded inside me which I could never believe, existed inside me. Listening to this song again made me forget about my tender responses and th...
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