A million pieces....

A lie to friend with a smile on your face and not a blink in the eye breaks a heart that is already broken into a million pieces...

Anahata

I came across this word in Leh... Rohan mentioned it to me...
Anahata is a sanskrit word.Along with all its other meanings it means a state when your heart and your mind are at the same level.

I am in that phase of life where I believe i am following my heart.Wise men say that it is something that gives you most satisfaction.But doing so is just not easy...

On one single day just everything will go wrong...

Your parents wont support you idea. You leaving behind your work your life that has been yours for so long. Your friends are too busy to be there for you...

But then they say... Before anything good that you gonna cherish for a lifetime you have to hit rock bottom....

All that I miss...

I am just back from Leh and this has been a trip that i wont forget for years...

I miss so many things...

I miss the sound of flowing water in the indus river... I miss the night sky and the twinkling stars... I miss the kids that i grew so found of... I miss the small girl kids calling me Bhaiya...
I miss the good morning smile :)... I miss the evening at the river side... I miss the smoke and the cream... I miss wondering... I miss going hungry for an entire day... I miss the shade under the solar panel... I miss the crumbling mountain...I miss the shooting stars... I miss talking to strangers who became friends...I miss doing nothing...

I miss Leh...

What to do????

So once you cross 25 you kinda screwed to make decisions...
Do you need to settle down???
Should you continue with your job that got you where you are????
Should you move on in life and do what you really want to do???

I dont know... Just in that situation... But i think I have made up my mind...

The sweetest people I have ever met

When didster strikes the worst comes out of a lot of people... If you ever visted any of the villages that was affected by the floods and did just a bit u would beg to differ...

Every single house however badly damaged would offer(actually force) all the volunteers to have tea,drinks, food every hour...

Think about it... The place where you stay... your home... your family has been broken
Would you still care to cook food for a set of strangers....

Indian tourist...

I have been through the floods in Leh... Went to help for a few days... There was just everybody there... Volunteers from all nationalities who had come on a vacation... They all were helping out shovling mud... cleaning hospitals... carrying dead bodies... holding hands...

You know what was most shocking I couldnt spot even a handful of Indian tourist... All those guys who were vacationing in and around Leh left when the floods hit their country and people....

Where had all the Indian tourist gone my brothers and sisters????

When was the last time

I won a bet with Kiran the other day and she bought me chocolates. We entered the guest house premises and the owners kids were playing. Two small girls aged 5-8...
They saw the chocaltes in my hand and there was an instant smile on their face... Their eyes lit up so bright...

So when was the last time your eyes lit up when u saw something...