Moments-Musings-Me

My best friend and I have some amazing 3 a.m. memories. These memories span nearly three decades. We grew up in far away cities but offloading most things going on in our lives and those deeper inside our hearts to one another, was a constant. We started off in the early 90's by writing reams of pages stuffed into postal envelopes and starting the next letter even before the reply arrived, filling each one with all possible mundane and exciting details. And our precise prediction of the date of arrival of postal reply in that technologically challenged era would simply amaze our folks. Times changed. We grew up and branched out farther away following our respective life callings. But our communication remained constant. The world transitioned from letters, to email, to SMS, to messenger services, to wider socially networked sites, and our style of 'offloading' also adapted effortlessly.  The topics we freely shared with one another also evolved with the times. From high sch...

                                    " I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."  As the fierce sunshine turns mild and mellow..  As the green gives way to shades of red and yellow...  As the restless crisp foliage tries hard to hold on to glorious summer memories..  As they wrestle and rustle to cling on to their trees..  The bittersweet and nostalgic October skies.. The gentle yet dry breeze that blows away the crackling leaves.. The nip in the air turns harbinger of times to come. Just like the quintessential mother's heart that knows when to love and when to let go of her loved one..  Like the incomplete love story that made way for a more worthwhile and lasting new dawn..  Autumn 'leaves' us with many lessons. The need to cherish what one has and not take anything for granted; the importance of a 'fall' before a rise; the ability to let go of an...

Yes, I care too much. Yes, the world doesn't care enough often.  But I care anyway. Yes, I am very thoughtful. Yes, the world doesn't spare a thought as often. But I remain thoughtful anyway. Yes, I am sensitive and perceptive. Yes, the world dons a thick skin often. But I remain sensitive and perceptive anyway. Yes, I am very expressive. Yes, the world often finds it juvenile. I express anyway. Yes, I love too much. Yes, the world doesn't reciprocate often. But I love anyway. I stumbled. I fell. I rose. I achieved. I gained. I learnt.  I cried. I laughed. I hurt. I ached. I survived. I healed. I learnt. I loved. I lived. I wandered. I wondered. I wisened. I learnt. I acknowledge my flaws...   I own up to my imperfections..  I stand proud of my strengths.. There in lies my uniqueness. Those who know me well also know that no matter what the circumstances around me, my being the same old self, has been both my weakness as well my biggest strength.  That's me...