My blog dates back to 2008. My discomfort with keyboard typing and laziness too prevented me from updating this blog regularly. I penned my feelings, my thoughts, my memories mostly on paper whenever I could manage time. I lost a good number of my writings thanks to my disorganised nature. Let the remaining writings, scattered over here and there, find their destination here in my web space. And let me promise that I will go on updating this blog with my future writings, if that happens!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
My Universities
My realization
I had read these lines somewhere. I could not recall who wrote it and where I read. But these lines are my dearest possessions.
"After a while you learn the subtle difference, between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love does not mean possession, and company does not always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts, and presents are not promises. And you begin to accept your defeats, with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns, if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure..."
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