and all I have are questions.
Why is it that we never realize the value of something that's been with us all along till we know we've lost it forever ?
Why is it that after so much preparation for the most defining moment of our lives, we still miss it and realize only after its too late ?
Why does it happen that in the search for perfection, we miss the simple joys of being flawed ?
Why do we so insist on dwelling on dreams that we forget to live ?
Contemplative mood this surely is.. And what’s more frightening is the fact that most of these questions are today throwing up answers that seem to be diametrically opposite to what I have believed all along..
Thanks to all those who commented on the previous blog :-) I wud love to comment that "Emotional blackmail works" but I guess I shud know better.