Fading Memories...

When we were kids, friendship was meant to be pure, fight was meant to be fair and love was meant to be unconditional. As we grow up, though the theoretical definitions remain the same, the practice differs. We make friends to get benefits, fight mostly stands for back-biting, and love??? Well, that is the costliest commodity of the market. It literally takes everything from you, well, whether in terms of money or something else.

Giving Up???

Sometimes life seems too difficult to be survived... yet, at times it seems too easy to be meaningful... we try, we fail, we try, we fail again, again we try... this goes on... question is "when do you give up?"

Prayers...

Remember your morning assembly at school? It started with a prayer, whatever language it may be. Back then, when I was a kid, it was just a daily routine; another thing to learn by heart, to impress the delegate on inspection, but hardly ever I understood the real meaning until I left the school. It was a fun thing every morning.