I am going to write this down so that I can read it in times of pain, and in times of sadness. I am writing this down so I can read it over and over again, each day, everyday. And is a mild attempt of inspiring those reading this to do the same.
My family loves me.
My parents are proud of me, and my siblings look up to me.
I make those around me happy, and I help all those I can with whatever I have.
I smile at everyone I meet, and I am compassionate to people, especially children.
I take care so that I do not hurt anyone with my actions or words, and if I do, I say sorry and mean it.
I tell people who I love how much I love them and I thank them whenever I can for being a part of my life.
As a human being, I think I am doing enough.
And that makes me happy.
P.s.: None of the above statements are exagerrated.
Only if everyone was able to be whoever they wanted to, love whoever they wanted to, and worship whoever they wanted to; if everyone had freedom in the real sense, the world would have been much more peaceful today.
The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guides you more wisely than your head. There’s nowhere else in the world where that’s quite so true. – Gregory David Roberts.
Today India smells singular. You could smell it before seeing the sunrise and before the bird starts singing their sweet patriotic melody. It is the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it’s the smell of pride and unconditional love, which is the opposite of greed. It is the smell of gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. It is the blue skinned smell of the sea, no matter where are you in the country, and the blood-metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and lives of sixty million animals, more than half…
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“Why do you still love me?”, you asked me today. “In spite of all the fights, all the arguments, the screaming and the shouting? Why do you still come back to me?”, you asked again.
This might have been the third time that I did not answer that question. I did not have an answer, you might have thought. The truth is, it’s not that I do not have an answer, not that I do not know. It’s that there’s so much to it, that words alone will never be able to express what I really want to say. Words have power, they say. But, they fail me, love. They fail me every time I try to describe the magic that I feel, each time I hear your voice, each time that I feel like you are right next to me, each time… that I feel you are mine to…
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All I want is you, my love,
All I want is you.
In tears of joy and moments of pain,
Only if you knew.
Only if you knew, my love,
How much my sad heart aches.
Knowing it will never be yours,
A thousand times it breaks.
A thousand times it breaks, my love,
In a few days I’ll be gone.
Although we’ve always been apart,
Now the distance will be long.
The distance will be long, my love,
But I can’t break myself free.
Can only promise that I’ll always love you,
And forever yours I’ll be.