Do I think about him you ask? I don’t. I cannot. Because thinking is a conscious action. Something mindful and knowing. He is innate. He is always there. Somewhere. In my gestures. In my words. In my emotions. In my moods.
They say home is where the heart is. But what if your heart is scattered all over the place ? At every walk of life right from birth, we meet people and give a part of our heart to some of them. Is this why I can never really “feel at home” ? Continue reading Short Prose – Theme: Good-Bye?
I never thought I would ever be so restless,
I think of the twinkle in your eyes and your acts so kind;
Life gains a new meaning each second,
‘Coz you are always on my mind.
The world before you came,
Seemed aloof and strange;
But your thoughtful words made me realize,
That things can miraculously change.