Deeviations

~ my space to be; as I deviate into the dark unwritten sky, trailing constellations of letters behind ~

Unfading trust in the eyes of the child
As she takes in hers his hand so wide
Safe in those hands she was not since
The same did rob her quiet innocence.

In reflection of November 14 - Children's Day, India.


If each one of us strive to change for the better
Wouldn't the world be a better place, altogether?

mmmmmm books…

It’s the monsoons - perfecto for my renewed challenge to read books and reignite this long lost hobby of mine. Once upon a time, I was an avid bottle-eyed bookworm utterly obsessed with books; libraries where my seventh heaven, my cloud nine, and under the blanket was my cozy wormhole, night was day and day was night, I never cared. Good times!


But unfortunately, as time passed by and life ebbed on, so did my dwindling interest in books… sigh. Ever since, I have been wistfully wishing to read books again… but Mr Procrastination always won fair and square!

So I asked myself - if not now… when? So recently, on a spur, I marched myself to a lending library nearby and gifted myself a membership and now here I am… a happy bottle-eyed bookworm again – and loving every minute of it!

Stepping into the library was a spell binding moment – the familiar piles and stacks of books, the numerous rickety shelves, the rousing blurbs on the back of the books, the crisp scent of brown tinted pages – the very ambience of it all – simply pepped a soft nostalgic adrenalin rush. Memories.

Now, curled up with a book and snug in my cozy wormhole after ages – I am thrilled beyond words that I gave my reading challenge a shot. Books are here to stay. Solid.

Leave no regrets behind. Better now than never.

“A writer only begins a book. A reader finishes it.” - Samuel Johnson

Life. We woefully crib as we live; mocking at our disdained attempts to be happy, to want more, to find peace, to be more than we can be. We point fingers at life. The glass is half empty. We inadvertently keep searching – restless perturbed souls. We search for light with a lantern.

But... yet when a life departs we mourn; unutterable grief at a sudden death. and yet when the first cry of a newborn life pierces the stillness of silence; we delight. Ecstatic rapture at a new birth. We celebrate life. Knowingly or unknowingly. 

Why not just celebrate the gift of life at ever step of constant living. Rejoice the present. Live in the now. Breathe in. Be happy. Stay simple.

Just a thought.

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