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.
2 comments:
Ada paavi, yaarum comment panlenaachum I was hoping you would stop...but makkal...sheesh.
Nanba, indha maadhiri vishiyangalla potti irukanum poramai irukka koodathu :-p Neway i cant believe there is a fan following for even my rants, jes imagine wot wud happen if i wrote cerebral stuff.. The literary world better watch out..Btw, wud u beieve if i told ya i saw 86 minutes of the match yday and fell asleep only to see this morning that France beat England :-(
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