I wander...

Time Traveller by Rahul Sharma

Leaving my mortal self alone,

I wander to places once unknown.

I look for faces familiar,

Among things that remain unclear.

I search and search,

For something, that makes me lurch.

I smile now,

For I know how.

Whatever I am searching for is here with me,

It is my soul that lets me be.

P.S. This post is written for That Tuesday Thingy, an *IndiBlogeshwaris* initiative. 

P.P.S. This is my 50th post and it, for sure, will remain special. :)

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Anonymous…

Imagine you read an awesome quote, or laugh at a hilarious joke or see a breathtakingly beautiful photograph and then you look at the bottom of the post to see who is the person behind it who came up with something this good and all you see is "Anonymous". How do you feel? Do you even spare a thought for him/her? Now, say the post is viral over the internet and everyone is sharing and resharing (by sharing, I mean Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V here) and liking and commenting on the post and it finally reaches that "Anonymous" person. Does he/she feel bad that he/she didn't take the credit for what he/she created initially and now even if he/she goes and tells people that he/she is the brain behind it, no body would believe him/her, because, it has changed hands, err, computer screens way too many times that there remains no credibility to his/her claim. 

I pity that "Anonymous" person. My prayers are with you!

*As a part of Ultimate Blog Challenge !

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Grocery shopping!

Today, as I was making a list of groceries to be bought, I realized one thing - grocery shopping is a never ending process. I will tell you what actually happens.

Step 1 : We sit at home and make a list of all the groceries to be bought.

Step 2: We goto the store and buy everything on the list and also many things not on the list that look interesting to us at that point of time.

Step 3: We come back home and while arranging the items we bought, we realise that we forgot to buy that one most necessary item (sometimes more than one item) which, somehow, failed to make it either to the list or to our memory.

Step 4: We go back to the store or nag our husbands to go get that one item for us terming it to be a high priority item.

Happy Grocery Shopping !

*As a part of Ultimate Blog Challenge !

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Who am I?

There are some days in our lives when we are more introspective than we are on other days. For me, today proved to be one such day. 

It has been four months since we moved out of India. I spend a lot of time here, alone, thinking of endless possibilities, both positive and negative. Some excite me and some shake me up.

The other day, as we were preparing for a hike, my eyes fell on a packet of m&m's we had in our refrigerator. I looked at those colourful, tiny, chocolate buttons. They looked so inviting. I picked a blue coloured one and put it into my mouth. Next, I ate a red one followed by one of each colour. Then, I looked at my hand. It had all the colours of all the m&m's I had eaten. They had left a mark on my hand which obviously was the food colour that had been used to make them bright and colourful. But, they all tasted the same. My philosophical mind was, by then, working overtime. 

Today, a thought pricked me - Do the m&m's define who I am? I think the answer is a yes. I will explain how. Considering the whole packet of m&m's to be "me", the different coloured buttons have been "the different roles" I have played in my life - the role of being a daughter, a student, a employee, a wife, etc. I have donned different hats to cater to everyone's needs. I have left my mark in every role I have played till now. But, like the candies, my core essence remains the same - my soul is what defines me and gives me the unique flavour of being me. 

I now know who I am and I now feel peaceful.

*As a part of Ultimate Blog Challenge!

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Raindrops...

As I sit here looking outside the window, I see the raindrops on the green grass. I look at them with more intent, urging them to tell me their story.
Do they have a story? A story of being a raindrop? They seem happy. I ask them, "Are you not afraid? In a matter of few seconds, you will be gone." They look at me and say, "That is the reason we are happy. Happy till we are gone."

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