Again and again and again...

Struck by a strange chord of sorrowful repetition, the urge to be renewed seems to be looming around heavily. A desperate desire to be reborn or revamped atleast into a new conch with untold stories. To lie undaunted and survive every moonlit stampede.

Waking up along side a refreshed ball of vigour is an everyday wish.

To be able to turn an offended ear deaf is a mighty task, nevertheless, not impossible.

Until then one shall just breathe.

WHY THIS BLOG ?

Often many human beings share the same emotions in the same way. It is strange to see how we react in similar manners to the various things that happen around us. It is to share that urge and the feeling of being universal that this mode of communication has been latched on to. Sometimes it is alarming the way we think alike and the way we perceive things, I was indeed pixied into the this world we share. When I say WE, I really mean it. I implore you to take this journey with me and share your path as well.

Perceived.

Evidence is a worthwhile story. Essence cues in to become a reality. What purpose would it serve if the obvious evidence is eluded? Racing beats of spirit-free urges, shuns a blossoming smile. Could there be more to delve into or would it be wise enough to lie beside a falling fountain and swallow a thought that follows another? Comprehension is yet a story, incomplete. Hope never dies though.

There are always two roads to choose from !

One can never expect to sail from one shore to the other without any change in the winds. To be prepared for the worst often lessens the joy of the journey. Just like how one can never know what to get out of a new rented house, life is full of surprises. One may have umpteen numbers of windows, but would all the holes in the wall ventilate one’s house and make it a home? It leads to a thought of minute expectancy. It is an age old practice to expect nothing while you travel the road as two. Somehow familiarity fits one like a shirt and a sense of onus becomes profound. In time one tends to set boundaries for oneself and decisions tend to rest upon a strange factor adhering to resilience. As life trots down the path of age, one tends to stop thinking from the only point of vision. One’s own! Everything goes a full circle. True to have been said- What goes around comes around. This seems to be the only source of expression. “NO MOTIVATION TO COMMUNICATE FURTHER,” is a continuous thought that happens to be singing a popular tune in the head. But that’s how it’s always been. Intentions and completions are seldom the same. On further thought it is quite true – INTENTIONS AND COMPLETIONS ARE SELDOM THE SAME. There is hope, always, that every new chapter in one’s story would be refreshing with no duplications of previous chapters, but isn’t that the puzzle of one’s story.

First of its kind !

It is my opinion that we most often than not get pixied into life's little rues. An undying urge to hope for a hurdle-less life and yet the unexplained strength to face it all. It could be faith or it could be plain instincts of survival. As often as it is heard - There's always a first time for everything. This is my first step into the world of blogging and there seems to be weird smile on my face. Expression has always found new routes to deliver itself. This one seems like a journey I got pixied into.