SHARED
THOUGHTS – 20.09.2016
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Life does not give second
chance. (from my Archives of this day in past years)
It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up.
Things had changed since their marriage. The once cute made-for-each-other couple, had fought… and the sweetness in their marriage turned bitter.
Fighting over every little things, both didn't like the way things had changed. Aisha was waiting to see if Rajiv remembered it was their anniversary!
Just as the doorbell rang she ran to find her husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand.
The two started re-living the old days. Making up for fights, then was dinner plan and champagne, light music and it was raining outside! Just
perfect to be home. But the moment paused when the phone in the bedroom rang. Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man.
"Hello ma'am I'm calling from the police station. Is this Mr. Rajiv Mehra's number?"
"Yes it is!"
"I'm sorry ma'am; but there was an accident and a man died. We got this number from his wallet; we need you to come and identify his body."
Aisha's heart sank.!!! She was shocked! But my husband is here with me?"
"Sorry ma'am, but the incident took place at 2 pm, when he was boarding the train." Aisha was about to lose her conscience.
How could this happen?!
She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!
She ran into the other room. He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!!
Oh God, she would have died for another chance to mend every little fight! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!
Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Rajiv came out and said
"Darling, I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today".
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LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE.
SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS.. or HIS
WRONGS.. !!!
There’s always an opportunity, let's start making amends. To parents, To siblings, To friends… and many more.
No one is promised tomorrow. Have a wonderful Life with no regrets!
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It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up.
Things had changed since their marriage. The once cute made-for-each-other couple, had fought… and the sweetness in their marriage turned bitter.
Fighting over every little things, both didn't like the way things had changed. Aisha was waiting to see if Rajiv remembered it was their anniversary!
Just as the doorbell rang she ran to find her husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand.
The two started re-living the old days. Making up for fights, then was dinner plan and champagne, light music and it was raining outside! Just
perfect to be home. But the moment paused when the phone in the bedroom rang. Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man.
"Hello ma'am I'm calling from the police station. Is this Mr. Rajiv Mehra's number?"
"Yes it is!"
"I'm sorry ma'am; but there was an accident and a man died. We got this number from his wallet; we need you to come and identify his body."
Aisha's heart sank.!!! She was shocked! But my husband is here with me?"
"Sorry ma'am, but the incident took place at 2 pm, when he was boarding the train." Aisha was about to lose her conscience.
How could this happen?!
She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!
She ran into the other room. He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!!
Oh God, she would have died for another chance to mend every little fight! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!
Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Rajiv came out and said
"Darling, I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today".
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LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE.
SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS.. or HIS
WRONGS.. !!!
There’s always an opportunity, let's start making amends. To parents, To siblings, To friends… and many more.
No one is promised tomorrow. Have a wonderful Life with no regrets!
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Dear Lalit,
We experienced such a horror…that dreaded day has once again arrived. Life did not give us a second chance.
In addressing you thus, on this day every year, is our way to give vent to our deep inferno of emotions that would otherwise explode.
We see you in our midst and you have never gone beyond our reach, for you are just there waiting for us. With each passing day, this dreaded day gets further in measure, it is now nine years my dear, and our destined tryst a day closer. That is the only way, we comfort ourselves and face each day.
Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens:
You don't get over it; you just get through it. You don't get by it; because you can't get around it.
It doesn't get better; it just gets different. Everyday...Grief puts on a new face.
Pain has become a part of our life. The energy we put to tame the pain, sees us through the days we live. We appear normal even to ourselves.
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I have a brother whom I love a lot. He made me laugh, made me cry sometimes, pulled my hair, fought with me, stood up for me, drove me crazy, watched me succeed, saw me fail (and laughed), picked me up, scolded me, made me strong, made me feel wanted as I lay injured.. my brother I cannot do without..
We experienced such a horror…that dreaded day has once again arrived. Life did not give us a second chance.
In addressing you thus, on this day every year, is our way to give vent to our deep inferno of emotions that would otherwise explode.
We see you in our midst and you have never gone beyond our reach, for you are just there waiting for us. With each passing day, this dreaded day gets further in measure, it is now nine years my dear, and our destined tryst a day closer. That is the only way, we comfort ourselves and face each day.
Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens:
You don't get over it; you just get through it. You don't get by it; because you can't get around it.
It doesn't get better; it just gets different. Everyday...Grief puts on a new face.
Pain has become a part of our life. The energy we put to tame the pain, sees us through the days we live. We appear normal even to ourselves.
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I have a brother whom I love a lot. He made me laugh, made me cry sometimes, pulled my hair, fought with me, stood up for me, drove me crazy, watched me succeed, saw me fail (and laughed), picked me up, scolded me, made me strong, made me feel wanted as I lay injured.. my brother I cannot do without..
It was great, dear brother, though it lasted for only a while,
short & sweet, it was fun having you as my brother.
(what Madhvi would’ve wanted to express)
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Living In You
Some things in life never change,
Sometimes in life you don't find reasons,
Some moments in life aren't forgotten,
Sometimes you lose hope...
When time rolls by you to forget
What holds you on...
Some people in life are a part of you,
And when you let them go,
You never lose them.
Because... you find them living in you.
Some things in life never change,
Sometimes in life you don't find reasons,
Some moments in life aren't forgotten,
Sometimes you lose hope...
When time rolls by you to forget
What holds you on...
Some people in life are a part of you,
And when you let them go,
You never lose them.
Because... you find them living in you.
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It’s said, “Time heals all wounds,” I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.
Rose Kennedy.
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Sharing some pictures from Lalit’s
visit to Sydney… we will never to get to hear from him, how much he enjoyed and
all the wonderful stories behind each frame.,. thank you Selvam
http://www.flickr.com/gp/15493229@N04/K44XfP
http://www.flickr.com/gp/15493229@N04/K44XfP
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Have a safe week and LIVE EVERY MOMENT, with gay abandon.