Not thorns, but my roses…

The Drizzle, and the petrichor that comes with it, brings back memories of my home; the  aromas of those delicious savouries that my mum made; the big banyan tree that used to be the view from my room ; a flock of birds that drew patterns high in the sky while on their way home, chirping; my friends and my cousins who I grew up with; my school, and those bike rides back home from school with wet back-packs, uniforms, and shoes after  heavy lashes of rain; all making me emotive. Having  come a long way  since, I definitely miss enjoying those simple pleasures day to day.

That nostalgic knot of the heart feeling with flashbacks flashing by rapidly listening to certain cult songs that defined the way I grew up; those moments that my memories are in constant touch with but cannot be re-lived; those slippery relations certain people, who can change as fast as seasons, bring;  those amusements in adapting to life’s new needs; living in the present focussing just on immediate future is a defiant task for me. All I am not missing now are those selfish backstabbers.

Dreams are unlimited, so are the factors that determine the fate. Talking about fate, I am still unclear if it’s the fate that decides the destiny, or the destiny guiding the fate! Leading a caring, and disciplined life coupled with principles doesn’t guarantee  a safe route to happiness. The world around me can only get me to the best of ‘its’ capability.

Being religious doesn’t mean one can have a totally blessed and blissful life. Religion is for those who can’t follow humanism by default. Being pious, at times, is a sign of helplessness.  So, what makes us believe in supernatural powers or in any form of God? Is it the strength that we establish elsewhere finding pleasure in being taken care of?  For me,  right from the a-cellular to multicellular, invertebrates to vertebrates, atomic structure to solar system;  everything looks miraculous. A theory beyond science; a power that creates or destroys us. That power I believe in. I love taking credits for my happiness, and blaming an unknown target for my failures. I believe that power strengthens me to bounce back. I’m in search of that power; I’m in search to find answers for many of my solutions!

Criticism isn’t a metric to measure worthiness; same with compliments. People don’t  necessarily categorise one’s deeds. It’s the person they analyse; it’s their relevance they define, not the righteousness. Smart people change with their experiences, but does that not mean we have given a right to our  bad influences the power to change our core? So, what can be a repose to simple, innocent lives? HOPE! Hope keeps one alive, hope is the oxygen for our survival. Don’t we all live in hope? Hope will not let you fail.  “I am grateful for thorns have roses”. Not everyone can have just the roses. There are many scars that thorns gave me. Yet, I also have a bouquet of roses in my life garden.

All that I want to cherish are those multi- coloured helping hands across the countries!

I have heard many say, every cloud has a silver lining. Yes, there will always be many.

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