When one is lonely and lost in this fast paced world and one’s heart is squeezed with the sorrow of the dear ones not near, missing their presence and developing into a pain within the heart, growing and finally fermenting into a memory, a sweet memory of yore when their presence was not very special to one as it is now bringing forth a smile escaping one’s lips.

When one is exhausted and resigned to rest after a game of cricket under the searing sun, impervious but the clamorous pain on the hurting knee or a cramp on the shoulder muscle questioning the need to endure such pain; that pain fills one’s mind with the moments of glory and a sense of pride for the seamless effort very much appreciated and applauded.

After a refreshing work out in the gym when one carries along a tinge of sharp pain, a pain always acknowledged at a sense of touch or the slightest movement of the muscles but a sure shot reminder of muscle growth, envisioning a physique as that of the Greek Gods.

When one’s conscience is burdened with the guilt of a wrongdoing, a pain that rouses as one is reprimanded(flogged rather..!) for the sin and the guilt borne with it, filling the eyes with tears and the same time washing away the pangs of guilt freeing one’s conscience from the sin.

And the labour pains endured to bless a new life into this world, pains can certainly be painful but they leave you as a better human being. Pain is God’s way of teaching one how much one means to Him, to others, how much others mean to one, how special it is breathing every moment in this world… Pain is God’s way of blessing us…

A sweet thought like a sweet pain…

5 important lessons to learn from a humble pencil.

1. It tells you that everything you do will always leave a Mark.
2. You can always correct the mistake you make.
3. The important thing in life is what you are from inside and not from outside.
4. In life you will undergo painful sharpening which will make you better in whatever you do
5. Finally, to be the best you can be, you must allow yourself to be held and guided by the hand that holds you.
   

Where is the space for eccentricity when the mind is clogged up with mediocrity??

A mundane activity which absorbs every bit of the grey cells and don't use any of them, like a Trojan (even my thoughts are corrupted.. phew!!) sucking up all the enthusiasm, creativity( absurdity is a better word!) like a Dementor and drilling in a sense of fatigue at the end of the day.

Where is the space for new relationships when the heart is longing for the old ones??

An overflowing Nostalgia filling your heart and giving you moments of happiness and hurting at the same time. The pointed arms of time trying to empty the heart pricking some holes in it but the nostalgia is overbearing and intense like the incessant rains.

Where is the space for a purpose or meaning when the life has turned mechanical??

Life turning into a paper printing machine, printing papers everyday knowing not what they print and printing more papers, frequently oiled, occasionally repaired and finally replaced with better working ones.

The mind might be blocked, the heart filled up and life still printing papers but everything has to move on, continue trailing the path where the mediocrity might give way to creativity, it can get all bright and sunny with the nostalgia evaporated and emptied, and may be life could very well turn into a painting brush..

Life has to move on…