adventurousaries

How can memories be so deceptive, that it even destroys a person. How can a death of some unknown person teaches you a life lesson. How come your support means a lot to broken people

All these questions were well answered yesterday. The worst ever feeling is seeing your beloved person breaking down into pieces in front of you. And you are puzzled whether to get back their broken pieces together, or to just be beside them patting their shoulders letting them to show out all what they have inside, or diverting them from the puzzling reality. But then you understand the purpose of your life, its not just about you in your whole life, its about people to whom you extend your arms, when they badly need them at the right time. This is the time they need privacy, not definitely alone, but with you, with whom they can feel comfortable to let out all that is killing them. All you can do for your people’s life is, allow them to cry till they are exhausted, just listen to everything they say without stopping them in the middle, wipe off their tears, be closer to them that they can feel your warmth, give a tight hold.

Understanding how meaningful our life is in the way we would have never guessed, the people with whom we have laughed together, with whom we have hanged out together, turns out to be, with the people we have cried together, the people who lived their tough times together.

And time heals everything, hope pushes forward.

Everything is seem less. Its strange how the things you never thought would happen is your daily life. Its just like, two table full of spoons on a curd rice “to” a single fork on a pancake, a full night chat on birthdays “to” a happy birthday msg on a late evening, silly fights for not spending time daily “to” a ten minutes call once a year, phone screen full of friends for a single groupie “to” a solo selfie, a wallet with 20 rs for a pani poori “to” a wallet full of dollars not knowing for whom to spend, dont talk with a stranger “to” live with a stranger, to whom food was first served “to” by whom it is first served, weekend outings “to” a weekend resting, a innocent girl “to” a matured woman, carefree person “to” a responsible one, she is a kid “to” she has a kid.

Being a woman is not going to be simple!!!!

…what if, we had never met! what if we had never spoke, what if we had never dreamt about our choices, what if we shared about music we are listening to, what if we were not fond of each other, what if we had never exchanged our soul, what if we had never believed each other!!!

Sometimes life is about PAST too!!!

-Sneha VJ

-Sneha VJ