a scribbling thought about my path...

Life takes many turns...

It runs right ...left...has its ups and downs...heeds straight and even sometimes stops rolling apparently...but ultimately lands you up somewhere where you least expect yourself to be... you don't always land up where you intended to be...but you always reach the place where you ought to be...

The sky is set as a limit to my goals...my aims...my worth...
I don't know where am heading...
but I know I should utilize all that I have....all resources...all potentials...and all caliber to live the life I wanted to... to touch the sky...

I know I have to touch the sky to prove my worth to many people and above all to the most important being in my life... my own self...
The world may seem too rosy as for now...but I know its not...
It portrays different aspects at different times...but it has only one motto...to make you reach the place for which you are made up of...
the true destination of your self ..your worth...

It will brush you against rough walls....against rocks...but I believe its worth it... may be I complain for the time being...may be I revolt and want to break free...but deep inside I know it has been shaped for my good... my betterment and my overall development as a human being...so I feel like fighting back...

So in the long run I tend to accept the course my life is taking...and make the most use of it... this is my life...and I want to live it to the fullest drink life to the lees...and touch the sky keeping my feet firmly on ground...

life as it seems...

Life is a mixture of undaunting happiness and magnamous sorrow….

The perfect blend of these two adds spice to life…

The spicy life is the best cuisine that we can ever taste and its taste will remain unaltered through generations…

My life is also going on in its own pace and I am just rushing with it to be on time…

May be this rushing is costing me a little too much….it is stealing away from me my leisure time…

The moments of pleasure of beholding the facets of life…the privilege of inhaling the soft smell of the breeze after a heavy shower….

The softness of the breeze that kisses my cheeks….

The soft touch of the naked raindrops on my lips……

The sweet chirping of the birds…..

The nodding of the leaflets which has just budded from its deep slumber….

The ripe rain clad guava that hangs from the branch a little away from the window of my rain….

All these things hail my soul…….the surging waves of wind when touches me I feel myself in seventh heaven…

I want to enjoy the dancing of the white clouds in the sky….

The soft ripples of the water in the pot-holes on the road….

The call of the rain clad sparrows’ dripping wetness …seems to pity me for my rush…..

The sunshine on my window pane…the melancholic call of the hungry cat….makes me feel lost amidst my hastiness…..

The reflection of sunlight from the rain drenched grass blade elicits me…..

When the pollen grains clad flowers droop down I miss my love who is several miles away from me….

But that is what life has become….rush … be on time….

I am also running …to be on time…..

Sanhita

6^th July, 2007