IF........

If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax; I'd limber up. I would be sillier than I have ever been. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would smile much more and make more friends. I would eat more ice cream and chocolates even though they are fattening. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after the other, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dance; I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.

Love

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. -:-Albert Schweitzer

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you." -:-Erich Fromm

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me? -:-Percy Bysshe Shelley

A man's kiss is his signature. -:-Mae West

An Ode To Love

God knows I never sought anything from you except yourself,I wanted simply you and nothing of yours.For not with me was my heart but with you.But now,more than ever,if it is not with you,it is nowhere.For without you it can anywhere exist.
But if i lose you what is there for me to hope for? what reason to continue?

A Simple Wish....

I wish I had wings.... And i could fly..unchained...just free
Just be myself..somewhere far
Away from eyes that are always judging me..

The Lama's peace

In todays world where love,peace and the sublimer aspects of life have taken a backseat and practically vanished,the Dalai Lama epitomizes love ande peace.His philosophy of life-that the only way to be happy is to make others happy-is indeed inspiring and hope it brings peace and tolerance among the people of all religions.

Someone waiting.....

I often wonder while sitting at the airport and watching people in the final moments of goodbyes or before their loved ones arrive,what they must be going through.They are pacing,looking anxiously at their watches, some with smiles on their face and some with anxiety...looking ,touching one another.The emotions are intense..I try and conjecture what they might be going through in their lives,how much love the lover or husband who is waiting for his wife has,or does he really have? The mother who has tears in her eyes and a sense of fear that whether her son who is going abroad will ever come back..or the expressions on the faces of exuberant parents awaiting the return of their son or daughter who are coming back after years..I see the powerful embrace the parents give to their son that they feel will always protect him till eternity and keep him unharmed.A mother holds her baby while kissing her husband goodbye..tears streaming down her face...I too have felt the same whenever i have to leave my husband and go somewhere..I just hate the goodbyes.. There are tears, smiles,regrets, pure delight ringing in the laughter of seeing someone who has been long gone. I remember the time when just a year after my marriage my kid brother had died and I met my family at the airport ,tears streaming down my face .I was inconsolable. Because of my tears everyone was looking at us but i didn't care.Somehow the emotion i felt was not out of place at the airport and moreover i didn't care. LIFE...needs to be important all the time.I wish all the people who go out for journeys have someone waiting for them and someone to see them of when they are going.I think of my little brother and wonder that if dying is a passage in which someone is there with you in your last moments, ready to hold your hand and embrace you...then i am no longer afraid....

Just something i read somewhere and I would like to share....

Attitude is more important than the past,than education,than money,than circumstances than what other people think or say or do.It is more important than appearance or skill.It will break a company,a friendship or a home. The remarkable thing is that we have a choice regarding the attitude that we will embrace for that day.We cannot change the past,nor can we change the fact that people will behave in a certain way.We cannot change the inevitable..the only thing we can do is play on the one and only thing that we have and that is our attitude.

Simple things sometimes make happy memories....

My husband and I are both very artisticly inclined and living in the lap of nature has given us immense opportunities to create something beautiful out of mundane inanimate objects. Living in the beautiful lush tea estates of assam, or in the wilderness of the coffee estates of Coorg in Karnataka.I still remember how he used to collectpieces of driftwood on his rounds on the estate n we used to be so excited while cleaning and then varnishing it.The end result would be a beautiful piece of decoration or a lamp.Once we had children they too joined in with us, we used to go down to the river on the bike and have a picnic by the riverside...and sometimes get lucky and find a beautiful piece embedded in the banks.Each time i look around my house i see that every piece has a story to tell and beautiful memories attached . It always brings a smile to my face...and more when guests who visit our home love them and marvel at the creations..

I Wonder Why.....???

I dont really know why i have started writing. But it sure gets my mind of certain things n makes my heart feel free...a sense of freedom which gives me certain kind of high i guess.Sometimes I wonder and ponder over the meaning and purpose of my existence.Sometimes i see no meaning in the lives of us humans..why are we in this world? When one day wel be back to what we were..DUST..as the William Shekespeare so rightly says.."Lifes but a walking shadow,a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more,it is a tale told by an idiot,full of sound and fury signifying nothing."