Gone are the days...............

By

Gone are the days....

  • When doing homework was the only mammoth task in the world.
  • When fighting with your best friend seemed to be the worst thing on earth.
  • When a petty squabble with your sibling was forgotten in seconds.
  • When our mommy dearest was the world’s best dress designer for us.
  • When “Lets catch up” didn’t need any SMS / call/ FB/twitter. It meant dropping into your friend’s place just like that.
  • When a “katti” meant end of the world and a “boo” meant an end to all disagreements/ fights.
  • When a simple toffee/candy bar seemed the best treat in the world.
  • When a win in a race was a triumphant achievement and cherished for years to come.
  • When anything and everything made us laugh – nothing seemed silly!
  • When physical injuries were the only wounds we ever got.
  • When sitting in mamma’s lap with little bit of pampering made us forget all the pain we had.
  • When those piggy back rides with Dad were unmatched for!
Today the days are such that ~
  • No excitement can make us giggle like before
  • Leading life itself seems to be a huge burden
  • No amount of love can make us forget the pain / wounds we have.
  • We judge things by value and analyze people by their usefulness
  • When every achievement is easily forgotten and replaced by another goal in sight
  • When the best doesn’t seem to be enough and we always seem to be craving for more and more
  • When there is only formality left in relationships and no love
It seems we have got entangled into a cobweb which keeps on getting messier day by day!

Popular posts from this blog

Metro Diaries: The Art of Making Love

By
Image
Image Source: Unpexels (Cottonbro) “Do you know why is it called making love?” He whispered, pulling the comforter closer.  I don’t remember for how long we had been in that room, on that bed. Lying aimlessly, just feeling each other in silence. I managed to just whimper to denote my curiosity.   “Because that is the moment we create love. We are the closest we could ever be to love, in its purest form. It is sheer magic as we are naked, in every form. Mentally, physically and emotionally before that one person, we love. We know they can hurt us, as much as they want to, in the way they want to. But love gives us that power to trust them, that they won’t.”   “And here I was thinking it is a need. Something you want at that moment and you get it!” 
Keep reading »

What is love?

By
Image
The moment I hear the question what is love? My answer always is this. Love is.  Those two words hold the entire meaning of love for me. When I was asked to write about my own version of love, my mind instantly ran to the nearest rescue I could find – music. For me, love is music, a song that your heart dances to and a rhythm that has the capacity to capture your soul. Love is the language of the universe, the one in which one soul converses with the other. 
Keep reading »