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Memories acts like the left shadow




Memories acts like the left shadow..
Glass Panes are broken on that window..

Walking through the road, which was so smooth and polished, suddenly a boulevard came.
I see now both the roads are now not that smooth. So, the choice is difficult.

Life is a strange part. We think we are born as humans to enjoy the part of life, but are we that lucky? What life we lead? Who in this world is happy truly? Things are just total illusion. We don't know what we are finding, what our satisfaction and desire is. Everything is a illusion.

Whatever we are in life, does it has a value, has anything in this world is permanent? No. Then why we are trying for good things in life. It won't exist after a certain period. The thing is whatever we got, whatever the time gifted us, we should feel it and stay with it, in one word shall be contended.

What happens when happiness is lost? We dug ourselves to the darkest corner of the world, giving pain to ourselves. This things had no value's and we simply think, the world bother about us. But, the funny part is, you then get to know about the real faces of the persons around you.

As, my first two lines says, the thing is that:.
Can we leave our shadow and move along the path of life. No, shadows will keep following us, no matter how much we hate that shadow of our's. The shadow is just a replica of the memories we had walked past in our life. We can't delete the memories and start moving forward, if we try doing to it will keep haunting us, wherever we go.
Why do we need to start hating the things around us, even if we know the things are good for us. We everyone at some point of life, think how bad is our parents, but we for the next decade realise, how right they were to us. Things in life, we often misunderstand to judge what is wright and what is wrong for us and then we lead to lose it and later we repent on it.
From a very special song of Nachiketa Chakroborty, there was a line " Bhenge gele jora jae mondir moshjid, bhanga kach bhanga mon jae na".. It means, we can join if temples and mosques are broken, but if glasses are broken they can't be joined, similar to glasses our mind are also like that.
We always think of oursleves, that we are the one's in this world with the higest level of experience that we faced in our life, we believe that we are the only one's to see the world because life has given the most pains to us only. But, have we ever realised what a widow feels when her husband dies and she is carrying, have we ever realised the pain of the soldier's family, how they eagerly wait for their son to return back. This we consider as nature's or god's game. There are more pains in this world. The world is only a pain and so if we consider ourselves the luckiest because of the heart and brain we got from God, we are wrong.
The gifts are there, but we never realised the meaning and never felt to utilise it.

Our Happiness, our pain will never be at stake..
We need to accelerate rather to put ourselves on a permanent brake.





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  1. UnknownAugust 16, 2013 at 6:19 AM

    i hope u practicing wht u hv written. Life gives u so many chances its just u hv to wait for d right one n smart enough to grab it aswell. i know its hard but ultimately "the show must go on". if u move on happy, its better for u.

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  2. PramitAugust 16, 2013 at 6:29 AM

    Thanx Sir for precious comments..

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