The Rejection Game

“No” she said when she was conceived her your womb
“No” he said when he realized she was with child
The first glimpse of rejection you both introduced to her
But she forgives you both as that is something she must do
“You’re not able to do this”, “Don’t be silly you’ cant’
“Don’t”, “No”, “You can’t do that”, “Listen when we tell you”
These were the words you pushed down on her
She had no clue what life would unfold for her
Strict rules around the house with severe punishments 
She was so afraid of him, so much so, more than she should
She probably thought if he was like this God must be a tyrant
Fear was instilled even before she learn’t her A,B,C’s
Life went on this way until one fine day arrived someone new
A little baby boy - She looked at him and said “You’re my brother”
She adored him and loved him with every beat in her heart
Not knowing that she was on level 2 in the game of rejection
Time went by and the discrimination grew larger than life
“No, you can’t cos you are a girl”, “yes, he can. He’s a boy”
Bicycles were denied, Swimming lessons were denied
“Learn to play the piano” she was told so she did
Years kept going and she had no clue why her sexuality was a concern
She began to hate herself for being a girl & very soon a woman
Her mother never taught her anything about the ways of life
She did’t know whom to ask – She found things on her own
A few more years gone by and now she started questioning
They didn’t approve her questioning their authority
She was seen as a rebellious teenager- a difficult child
In her mind she was strong and loyal, a beautiful mind
She did everything she was asked to do and time flew by
Many things came and went by, in her colorful life
One day drew near when she had a revelation so true
All these memories of a miserable childhood she lived
The spirit within her rose up one fine day into new heights
All these questions she ever had about her life unraveled
In her heart she knew she was a lover, an adventurer, a dreamer
She had become that being - survival to fight rejection
The spirit within her told her after decades gone by
The secrets which was never told to her before
She knew at once she was not wanted or needed
By the ones that birthed her and gave her life
She was perhaps not the boy child they wanted
She was perhaps conceived when they were not ready
Yet the first rules out the latter as she learns
That even if she was the fifth she would still be rejected
She yearns to find out from her that gave her birth
But she has enough wisdom not to do so as she’d want
Rejection is such a powerful force in life she knows
She realized that rejection = hate and there is no way out
To all who have been rejected at some point in your life
Just know that one may reject you but another will love you
For who you are and what you are and what you have become
Love covers all and only love from the heart can make you whole
Forgive, Hard to forget its true but try and Move On
We have only one life to live here on earth so make it count
Game Over - Rejection!
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To be or not to be?

Life throws all kinds of challenges that we face each day
To be or not to be is a question in every man’s way
It’s a choice we all have to make each day
No matter the outcome or what come may
Should I write to him or not?
Will she get offended if I tell her off?
Should I call off this thing that I have with her?
Will he understand if I said what I said?
Should I continue in this abusive relationship?
Or should I just walk away and leave him behind?
W ill she understand if I left her cos I can’t take no more?
Or should I just zip it up and bear it a bit longer?
Is this love we have really getting us somewhere?
Its become dull and boring, how long must I stay?
Should I help my friend who plans to this crazy thing?
Or should I just let him deal with his own messes?

To be or not to be? – that is the question! ” – WS

It is a question for each day!

Everyone’s Searching

 Everyone out there is searching for something or someone
A daughter searching for the father that left the home
A mother for the infant she abandoned or gave up on
She searches for him and he searches for her
Lovers from decades ago
 What have you been searching for today?
Did you search for something lost yesterday?
Are you searching for something new coming your way?
We are all searching for something or someone
Along the way
 She is searching through the memories she put in a box
He is searching for the box of memories he put away
Bittersweet memories of the past
Let’s hope their paths cross again
So they don’t search no more
A child searches for the mother that abandoned him
The adult searches for the child within her
A widow searches for the partner that left her behind
A wife searches for the husband that left her for another
They are all searching for someone
She is searching for hope and faith within her
He is searching for something more supreme above
She is searching for something more meaningful
He is searching for something more stable
Do they search in vain? I don’t know not
When you fail to find what you search for
Years of memories carved deep into your skin
We all age and die one day
Searching for someone or something all our lives
I pray that you find what you are searching for
Cos I still haven’t found what am looking for

Living in a bubble

Life has it is to many has its own ups and downs. Some have more strength to cope with pressures of life than some others. This does not make the former greater than the latter nor the latter more incapable than the former.

No two lives are the same and there is no ‘one solution’ which can resolve similar problems. Each one’s problem is unique, so must the solution be.

When others state that you are living in your bubble and not aware of the World outside, it may not be true, all the time. Sometimes, few of us choose to live in a bubble to safeguard ourselves from further harm and criticism.

Living in a bubble is not meant for everyone nor is it the best solution for all lifes problems. Some of us who are social butterflies when restricted to a bubble may not survive for too long. But then again, you may say it is by choice.

Not everyone has the choice of living in a bubble. You may succumb to situations and circumstances in life that directs you in to your bubble. It is a rather unpleasant forcible act which is beyond your liking or control.

To some of us, our bubble is are safe house, our cocoon. And no matter what the external factors say or think of us, we may not want to move out of our bubble until we feel its safe. But how would we know if it is safe at all?

Living in a bubble is a rather challenging. It may preserve us or it may destroy us. But who are we to know which is the best option. We must take a risk and see if it works out or not!

Like I said living in a bubble is not for everyone! Let the bubble you live in drift away to some place safe!

The Thorns

As it states in the parable of the sower, I’ve pondered a little further on the area where the seeds fell among the thorns.

The thorns depicts the anxiety, worries, cares, riches and pleasures of life. The seeds that fell among the thorns did take root and grow to a certain extent. Unlike the ones that fell by the way side or on the rocky ground, we know that these seeds did burst into life. young saplings. However, it could grow only for a certain time.

I suppose there are only 02 ways that such a plant could survive.

  1. The plant has to be strong enough to outgrow the thorns.
  2. The thorns should be removed by an external force.

I’d start with the latter, where it would be the easiest thing to do. Somehow the thorns should be removed or at least trimmed off by an external source. This would assist the plant to outgrow the thorns to a certain extent. Depending on the type of plant which would grow into a tree the thorns will become insignificant over time.

Looking at the first option, I find it hard to see how this could happen. The plant would require adequate personal space to grow, expand its branches etc. I’d like think that the thorns could be a blessing for a while where it may protect the sapling of strong winds and extreme weather. But then again, the thorns may prick and damage the young plant contributing to its slow death.

Looking at the options available by my limited human thinking capacity, I am led to believe this;

That if an external source does not contribute towards destroying the thorns or uprooting the plant from its current context and replanting the sapling, it would seem impossible for the young plant to survive among the thorns – ultimately leading it to death.

Time

Only a matter of time when her chains fall and she is set free

Only a matter of time until he realizes that she was chained for too long

Only a matter of time when they move on from the past to the future

Only time will tell – time can tell – Yes, time must tell!

Time was what got them busy chasing cars around their heads

Time was what made them have good memories time after time

Time was what made them simply regret of wasted time

Time was what made them think If I could turn back time

But it was also the one that made them say I’ve had the time of my life

How funny is time – it just goes round and round in circles

Its rhythm strange and alien to the human minds

Time is time and pointless chasing time!

Past.Present.Future

The Past.

We were good friend. We used to talk for hours. God only knows what we spoke of – But we loved each others company that much.

The present part 1:

We became a much more than just good friends. I admired you. We fell in love. We started dating.

The present part 2:

We fell apart. I stopped admiring you. We didn’t say goodbye. I walked out. We never spoke since then.

The Future.

I know that you are doing well. You are happy. You are free. That makes me happy to see how far and well you’ve moved in life.

Past.Present.Future is always full of surprises. Everyone has regrets, but I don’t regret having known you in my life. You have always been a good human being and life will only bring your way happiness you deserve.

 

Memoirs to my brother

Remember the times we loved playing hide n’ seek you and I with some friends?
Those days of watching Beverly hills 90210 , Robin Hood, Allo Allo which was illegal for kids in our household

All the dress up games we simply loved to indulge in
The prayer meetings we used to conduct and play church

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The tape recording sessions we used to make with dad’s big radio player And the large never ending collection of music tapes we acquired

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Just singing Christmas carols hymns just for fun cos we loved to sing
All those little conversations of hours and secrets exchanged

Remember those times where we played endless games of cricket, hopscotch and dog and the bone?
All the board games into endless days and nights

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The moments we shared organizing our super massive stamp collection
Eating food from the refrigerator which was off-limits to you

The times we wrestled and it got personal and we hurt each other real bad
The places we just wandered off to without letting the adults know about it

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Remember those times of our younger days gone by?
I hold them dearly in my heart till my time on earth is done
If not for you, I don’t think this life would have been worthwhile
Thank you for these wonderful unique memories only you and I could have made

The little ones

Two categories of humans whom I enjoy spending time with are those that are children and others who are elders. decades older and younger than I.

I feel there is quite a lot to learn from children. They are:

  • Carefree
  • Energetic
  • Imaginative
  • Innocent
They live in the moment and have not a care in the world! Their imagination knows no boundaries. They can be super creative and always have solutions to problems. They love unconditionally. If only we spent more time with the little ones will we understand that the world is not such a complicated place.

			

The Heat is on…

Its that time of the year where we have this phase of heatwaves with unbearable hot temperatures, random water & power cuts. Lovely isn’t it for a paradise island. We have to expect heatwaves given that we are stationed so close to the equator – Duh!

Colombo has not seen a drop of rain for some time now, but I hear news from the hills that it rains for hours and hours. Still, we did have water cuts this time around too and the usual power cuts.

So, the heat is on and that means the sun is out and why have we not harvested in its power? Is this some sort of a mismanagement, political drive or pure ignorance? I do have the answers in my mind but I’d like to keep it that way as I feel like somebody’s watching me 😀

For many years, issues such as severe droughts and floods have prevailed in Sri Lanka and its become an annual occurrence. If that is the case, why are there not enough preventive measure to tackle these issues without implementing reactive measures such as power and water cuts? When will we become a proactive nation? I’d like to live long to see that day when we are self-sufficient in managing these relatively smaller issues.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining about not having water nor electricity for a few hours of the day even on a daily basis. There are many nations in this world without clean water to drink and without any form of electricity. These are larger issues of the world – The bigger picture!

I am addressing about being proactive and managing what we already have. I am talking about mismanagement and being a bad steward. We are a small nation and comparatively quite a sufficient nation with many blessings due to our size and geographical positioning. But, how is it that we still have not got our act together? Even without droughts, there are citizens in Sri Lanka who don’t have sanitation.

Something needs to happen for us to shift from this mentality we live with right now. Let’s at least try to be proactive and be better at managing what we already have!

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The Kiss

You are there but it does not seem like its you I know in real life

You wait patiently to catch me when I am alone and the one I am with has gone by

In a blinking of an eye you swiftly move towards and extend your arms around my waist

You pull me closer to you and attempt to kiss me- I refuse and rebel

You wouldn’t let me go and tell me how much you’ve missed me

Does it matter but I seem to be enjoying being held by you in this embrace

I did ask you to kiss me many years ago I think to myself

But I know its not right and I try to pull back and ask you to leave me alone

You won’t give up but squeeze me harder and kiss me

As your lips touch mine I refrain from kissing you back – I hold back

You continue to kiss me and now am feeling like it’s one way ticket to the moon

He comes back and swiftly you let go of me and stand there as if nothing happened

I am blushing in shock and shame that I let this happen

You wait calmly like a hawk to attack its prey

He leaves my side again and even before I could run away from you

Here I am in your arms again – you tell me you want me though I am someone elses

And you kiss me again, much longer and I lose my senses

You’ve known how much I wanted you to kiss me many years ago but you didn’t just do that

So why on earth now? We are none of that just good friends

I open my eyes and realize it was just a dream!

I lay awake thinking why I had seen you when I had not even thought of you all this while

The kiss in the dream felt so real, so warm and so desperate

Why did you come into my dreams to kiss me that way?

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Red Backpack

She put all her dreams and hopes – her heart soul and mind

A little red backpack – she puts everything she’s got

Into your hands she places that red backpack one day

Trusting you to take care, guard and love all the way

You took the little red backpack and its belongings

Like toys you played and tossed them away

Lost all that was in the backpack with your games

Gone for far too long and in hiding you remained

She asked for it back one day so she could move on

And all you had to tell her were little white lies

She kept asking and asking as doubts started to multiply

Something was not right she begged for whats hers

You returned the red backpack to her one day

With nothing worthwhile just a backpack full of lies

Every time she looked in her backpack for whats hers

Her heart, soul, mind, dreams hopes and herself

Remains now regrets remorse and an emptiness so old

The little red backpack is now nothing but mere rubbish

Red backpack with dust now worn out and torn

She dumps its in the Dump truck for good its gone

The Pumpkin Issue

The country I come from has an ancient rich heritage of Agriculture. The ancient kings of Sri Lanka leaves enough evidence for us to know how much effort was put into agriculture with its irrigation methods.

But with centuries gone by, little do we see that has been done to take agriculture to the next level. Technology has advanced but not the Agriculture industry in Sri Lanka. Hence, the Pumpkin issue!

Recently many governmental and non-governmental departments came together to promote sales and to relieve the pumpkin farmers of their excess produce. Approximately 100,000Kg with the price tag of a
a measly Rs. 100/-. per pumpkin at a pumpkin street sale.
It is a good endeavor !

However, has no one thought of tackling this pumpkin issue in a more proactive manner. it is not just pumpkin farmers that face these issues. Take a walk in the hill country of Sri Lanka and you will see that many farmers just let carrots, beets, leeks, cabbages, raddish to rot in their fields as they could not sell it for a decent price and the middle man always has the upper hand with pricing. What a waste!

Recently, a minister states that eating pumpkin enhances the beauty of women. Seriously, is this how one we tackle agriculture related issues in Sri Lanka?

How come these pumpkin farmers are not able to sell their crop for a decent pay? Is it not worth their toil and labor? How come their general quality of life has not developed? Why are there no services to educate the general public about by- products of the pumpkin nor its value additions.

Pumpkins are such a good and healthy source for our diet in many ways. It could be preserved, made into soup, could be used as pureed pumpkin and a thickening agent for various dishes. Then there is pumpkin as desserts and could easily be used as a form of a sweetened drink. Think about the pumpkin seeds.

May be some folks are already making some business out of what I’ve mentioned above. But why are the farmers not educated and equipped on these? Is it because we have become a lazy generation, wanting the quickest of the solutions to such problems and the instant solutions for everything.

There are countries which would die for pumpkins and here we have it go it waste. What a shame!

I seriously hope that the people at the top who have the authority, power and access to funding would seriously save this country from the pathetic agricultural frail and look in to more sustainable farming and agri bio technology methodologies to tackle issues in a non-reactive manner. We need to close the disparity gap and elevate the life of the general farmer. After all they bring us some food to our table!

Secret Place

There is only one secret place that I wish be

The place where I find you!

Teach me your ways the deepest awesome magnificent

Only in your secret place will I find

I want to know you more and more and more till no more

Will I lack that understanding of who you really are

Take me higher and deeper within your palm

And let me bask in your understanding and wisdom

I need not fret when I am in that secret place

For I am all I am meant to be and much more

The peace of knowing what you have planned for me

My calling and your will for me,

This is my only desire – it has -is – and always will be!

Take me to that Secret place that I may know you!

Stable

Since of late she gets a pounding from him with this word “stable”

She wipes her tears asking why he thinks she is “unstable”

He says “You are not stable. I need you to be stable.Unwavering”

“How can you say that I am wavering? especially when I am the stable one right now” she thinks to herself.

But she never utters a word. One day he would realize that she was the only stable thing in his life!

Eternal Love

When the rest of the world celebrates Valentines Day, here I am thinking of the only one person who has introuduced to me an eternal love.

I knew not what love is except the way the world sees it

An emotion, a feeling something that gives butterflies in one’s tummy

I know that it is not just a feeling or something restricted to emotions

It has got to be more deep wide and overwhelming in everyway

I know not of any love besides thee, the one who died to set me free

The one who promised to never leave me even unto the end of the age

The one who is ever present and always listening to my hearts’ cry

I know not of any love besides thee !

Thank you for choosing to love me even when I didn’t deserve thy love!

25th of January 2019

So it’s the last Friday of the first month of the year

Next Friday will be a whole new month to follow

Looking back at this month I am grateful for many

Who put a smile on my face and wiped of my tears

I would not have made through this month if not for you

When its a struggle to live life like you are supposed to

Some will know what exactly I am on about

Little words of encouragement and thoughts of kindness

Were the the only gestures that have kept me going

So thank you! For seeing me through to 25th January 2019!

Turning point

Lately, I’ve been thinking just as I have before

I didn’t want to know any one besides you

I chose to walk away, it was my decision

You let me act my choice and walked away

Decades gone by and both moved on with life

How nice to still strike a little conversation

With the one I dreamed of building my life with

We were just kids started off as good friends

Helping each other with teeenage years

What a fine man you have now become

Pure in heart yet sound in mind, faithful till the end

It was my turning point in life but I won’t go there

Its true that First Cut is the deepest nostalgic as it is

We all have our firsts and our turning point!

How far more to go

This is a note a friend of mine who is in grave pain right now and I cannot be there for her in person and I know not what to tell her nor give her some hope that things were going to be ok.

How far more to go untill there is light at the end of the tunnel?

How far more to go untill things get better for you and me?

We are both in the same boat with different loads in two corners

Hoping for a ray of light, a smiling thought to subdue the pain

I cannot hold you, hug you nor be near you right now

And though miles apart I feel what you are feeling right now

Nothing I say will help to improve but I will keep trying

Just to be there for you when you’ve got no one around

Be strong my friend I’d love you anyway

Despite whatever life’s decisions comes your way

I will hold your hand and help you as I could

To help you get through with life in this world!

Cos no matter how far we go in life I will go that far with you!

The Facial

So the story goes that this woman in her late 30’s decided to get a facial afer quite some time. Rowena has been having it on her list, but since of late she has been resticted in her spending due to other family financial responsibilities.

She walks into the salon where she had made an appointment for 1730hours, she managed to pop in to her home after work for a quick refresh and got to the salon just in time.

The receptionist directs her to the beautician. Rowena is excited at the thought of this pamper for the next hour or more. So the beautician starts the stadard process of cleaning up Rowena’s face and neck and then steaming. During this time, Rowena’s little voice in her head starts becoming louder ” Hey, are you sure that your face should be steamed for so long? Should you not cough or make it known that you have been left here with the steamer in your face”. Oh well, Rowena shut the voice in her head off for a while and tried to just relax and enjoy.

After applying further more creams and cleansers etc the steamer is again shoved in her face. Now this time, the tiny voice in Rowena’s head grew incredibly loud making her sigh and irritant. Rowena tried to keep it under control. Due to a recent neck sprain the seating position where the next was resting on a chair which almost remminded her that of the dentist chair was begnning to really play socks her mind.

There was absolutely not a hum from the beauticuan as she carried on with her routine in getting this facial done for her client. Rowena, wanting to be polite simply kept quiet but wanted to know how long more untill this was all over so she could just go home.

At one point the therapy felt so good that Rowena slightly dozed off and then when awake all that was in her mind was ” I just wanna leave” It was painstaking and very loud. Her little voice in the head was no longer a little voice. It made Rowena’s arms and legs to nudge and cross and indicate all signs of irriration. “Just behave will you?, it will soon be over” she told her voice in her head whilst thinking of the song “I will survive”

Alas, after an hour and half, it was all over and the cotton was taken away from Rowena’s eyes. But the funny thing was when she opened her eyes she felt so sloppy and almost as if she was trying to wake up from sleep or snap of out from some day dreaming session.

She asked for extra tissues to just clean her eyes more and more so she could see better. It felt as if her eyes were deeply sunk in some fancy spa. Finally, it was done! Rowena was pleased that despite the torement her the little voice in her head had put her through she looked lush her skin kept screaming “Thank you”. She thanked her beautician and walked off.

Sometimes in life, the most anticiapted moments can actually become a pain; for someone who has forgotten to just unwind and chill such little luxuries can actually be tormenting.

The End-

I am not the only One!

I know I am not the only one in this world to feel the way I do

My mind is like a production house with all kinds of concepts floating

Be it baking, photography, writing or travel thoughts overloading

All the time, sometimes I just cannot seem to be sleeping.

I know I am not the only one in this world to have these thoughts

Of breaking in to a vault at a bank to discover special expensive items

Its not about stealing or anything, its just about the planning and execution

Its a harsh thought I know, but times are tough my friend.

I know I am not the only one in this world to do what I do

Wanting to show such compassion to even the most cruel being

You may call that your enemey but I’d like to do something

To see that life transformed into something splendid.

I am not the only one whose ridden with feelings, thoughts and deeds

I know there is another you out there – somehwhere

So if that is you reading this post – please leave me note

Tea with Duran Duran

If there is a place in streets of Fort, Colombo that makes me very nostalgic, I would say it is the Pagoda Tea Room at Chatham Street.

I guess it is my love towards the 80’s band Duran Duran; a great British band from Brummy.

Though I was exposed to thier music in the 80’s as a child and an early teen I was completely oblivious and ignorant to not know that the great footage from thier music video Hungry Like TheWolf was filmed mainly this is quaint tea room and surrounding streets of Fort, Colombo.

My British boss mentioned this to me back in 2010 but I did nothing to discover this place untill my husband-to-be at the time invited me here for a cuppa tea – According to Jude, the cupa tea served here along with an eclair or the infamouse pineapple gateau slice is heavenly. Few things we have in common is our sweet tooth. So, somewhere in 2012, I did actually made it to this place and I just felt so nostalgic. Hungry Like The Wolf just played in my head a million times.

To make things all the more interesting, we meet this server who as actually been working at this tea room at the time Duran Duran filmed the music video. So he said ” Ah ofcourse, I was just a young lad when Dooran Dooran was here”. So immediately we made a connection; I connected with this place so much since then.

During the years we enjoyed many lunch and tea times with just ourselves or with a friend or two never failing to tell the story of this place and at times wondered if Duran Duran would want to pay a visit here.

Time passes by and this is 2019. With my work in very close proximity to this tea house I always manage to escape and spend some time here to enjoy some snacks and bask in my nostalgic moment. Sadly, the delicious rice and curry is no longer served but as take away packs. The traditional tea has been replaced with machine made instant teas.

Tourists and locals alike make the best of this place today. I’ve even witnessed interviews and work meetings take place at the Pagoda Tea Room. I guess it has become somewhat of a cosy comfy hangout for many in the area may it be shopping, commuting or working.

Depsite the many changes that has taken place over the years, I believe as a Duran Duran fan, I will always cherish this tea room and have that strong connection for as long as I live.

To me it will always be a nostalgic memory that I have created in my head about having tea with Duran Duran whilst they prepared themselves for the music video Hungry Like The Wolf, which happens to be one of my favorite songs, espcially the rendition by David Cook champion of Americal Idol Season 7. A hint to my favourite things.

Cheers to Duran Duran!

Book Review : Meltdown

I enjoy reading all kinds and types of books from history to science fiction to fantasy, even documentary types. The Authors I enjoy vary from Stephen King, Arthur C. Clarke, Ben Elton to John Grisham.

Meltdown by Ben Elton really is a great read. It is a page turner with lots of humour, wit and ofcourse realtity.

I just finished reading it a few weeks ago and found it to be very timely, entertaining and obviously an eye opener. Going through a slightly similar situation faced by lead role Jimmy, about his unwise financial choices made such a big impact on the general wellbieng of himself and mostly his family of wife and 03 children.

The book is a great read  for those who want to relax end of the day with a good read with lots of serious and practical stuff in it. Seriously, you must give it a try as it was very entertaining and enjoyable to to core. I love the fact that it is sometimes subtle and otherwise very direct with plenty of sarcasm, the practical life of a married man with kids and a wife and all that jazz following his misfortunes. The sense of creativity that goes on his mind and his wife’s along with the ‘circle of friends’ that he grew up with.
It is hillarious at some points and some places I did have a tear or two.

So with all the ecnonomic crunch that most of us are experiencing, this is a great read to start of your 2019! Happy Reading!

Hello Bright 2019!

At the beginning of 2018, on my post Hello2018, I was rambling about the need to blog more often and to write sensible things.

Well, I am rather pleased with myself for having written over 50 posts (Applauds) with somewhat variety.

I want to take time to thank every single person who took time to stop by read, like, comment and also follow my blog. You have really encouraged me to keep on writing despite the mood or circumstance I was faced with. I’ve read some brilliant posts over the last year which has really helped me overcome some of my own weaknesses to which I am very thankful for.

So, thank you very much to everyone for your encouragement in many ways. My life is more adventerous and beautiful with you in it.

I wish you all a very Bright and Brilliant 2019! So Let your Light shine forth!

Be Right = BRight !

Much love from Dew

Will you die for me?

I have been wondering if there is so much love left in this world where I could find just one person who would die for me? Not that I literately mean that but for the sake that they love me so much? I don’t think so!

Though I love the thought of someone willing for die for me simply because they love me, I also know that such kind of love does not exist anymore in this world.

There are many stories about friends and lovers taking place of thier friend of lover or died on behalf of thier friend or lover or even the whole world. Well, yes its a fact that Christ died for the entire humanity but that’s Christ.

Yes, there is a person I would die for in my life but just as much as I know that he would not die for me, I know I would question my sanity if I were to actually die for him. Is it really worth it? Then what will happen to me? Will I even be remembered for dying for this particular person? May be, just may be he would mourn and be sad about me dying for him but eventually life goes on. Like rest of the world he would move on too!

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