Memories are immortal

Flying butterfly. Unplucked flower. Deep thoughts. Calm lake. Silent jungle. All are same. They are beautiful until disturbed, else it takes a long time again, sometimes forever for that beautiful moment.

I saw, that goat, dog or cow sometimes stare in a direction for long. I wonder if they also have thoughts like the way we do. Do they think of their present, future, or contemplate thier past? Who knows if that is infact true. Just listen to the slience at night, and you will discover your old memories. By looking at an old age lady, who is strugging to even walk, you would want to offer help immediately. Life is full of wonders.

I am sometimes lost in sadness that I can’t meet my childhood friends anymore. I can’t visit those places I used to wander, stay put and kill time with. Sometimes, I laugh and smile for stupid things we did in childhood. But then I see my parents who would have lost touch with so many people, for us. Perhaps they have even forgotten this very thought. Perhaps they do sometimes remember and miss those moments. Then I realize, time and again, that time once lost is lost. Memories remain, forever.

Whisper them into ears nearby, your memories are immortal. That is what we call history. Record it now, your own history!



Life is unfair. In the end, It must end. Why am I responsible for the things that happen around? Did I say responsible. Responsibility. It takes away my present. Makes me think of only future and past. It happens so fast, for hours, days and weeks won’t last. Why does it make me cast, of hurt and emotional blast. I had talent n passion to realize but money. I get money no time. They get time n money but anything to realize. I should vanish like I never was. No trace or memories should one possess, of me or the things I did or where I been. Time travel, could it be? Definitely not. Mind travel should it be? Perhaps not. Time pause. Time pause. Thought pause. Present tense.

How do tears help?

How do tears help?

Have you ever wondered, how tears help us to change our mood.

There is no no doubt that even the warriors so weep. When we are hurt, by which I mean truly at heart, tears appear in our eyes instantly.

Everyone has had this experience in childhood, that when we are scolded, beaten up, or hurt otherwise, we cried, wept, and shed tears.

With tears in eyes, the world looks like a mosaic. I remember, that it is an entirely different view of this world, optically different through the droplets of water – tears actually. That very experience is the first thing it triggers in our mind – to relax – and enjoy the unseen.

With them dropping over the edge of eyelids, and then over the nose, tingling all the way through the chin, unfolds another wonder.

Very often it made me forget what led me to tears just moments ago. The very moment then – the present moment – would fade away all the worries in life.

Some people say that weeping, or sobbing actually helps in recovering from agony faster, than without doing so.