Love..
Is it just a bond between two hearts, souls or body.. A commitment between two... Promise to keep each other happy, complete...
You know you love somebody when you think about it most of your time. And felt bad when you hurt her / him. How far you expect each other to go to make other happy. You know you can't stand the tears and you can not cry either fearing it my make her sad... Still at times you end up hurting though you cry inside more than other.
Hope all the tears will become smiles, everlasting smile soon...
Dreams, love, bond, laugh, peace...
It is the essence of life..
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Silly Little Happinesses..
Last weekend I was home. I visited my good old friend on saturday. There his daughter was getting ready to go back to work. So I sugested I will drop her and take my friend for a drive too. He was surprised, but just for a split second and accepted my offer with great pleasure. His wife also joined us. And when we started, he placed his hand on my shoulder ( I was driving ) and told me that he is very happy to have a friend like me... He was almost in tears and the ladies in the back were teasing him ( punningly as they also can't stand his tears).
Here is the twist in the story. My friend is not well. He survived a stroke, but still has difficulty in walking. His life is almost limited to four walls. He wanted to go out badly but was not able to. They booked a cab, but at the last minute, knowing it's only a small trip, the driver stepped back.
I made him happy. And I am happy for him too. But at times, I do wonder am I making all the moves right.. Am I making those who really matter happy.. And if not, why it is so... And above all I sometime wonder am I making myself happy... Or defining happiness in some fragile, invisible curves on faces...
Here is the twist in the story. My friend is not well. He survived a stroke, but still has difficulty in walking. His life is almost limited to four walls. He wanted to go out badly but was not able to. They booked a cab, but at the last minute, knowing it's only a small trip, the driver stepped back.
I made him happy. And I am happy for him too. But at times, I do wonder am I making all the moves right.. Am I making those who really matter happy.. And if not, why it is so... And above all I sometime wonder am I making myself happy... Or defining happiness in some fragile, invisible curves on faces...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Is this the best thing to do...
Getting a good maid in Bangalore is difficult. Our last maid was a smart lady. She did all the jobs perfect and was clean. But one fine day after receiving the salary she stopped coming. One month we adjusted without maid. But the tidiness of room was on toss.
We got another one in between. But she demanded Rs.800 for a month. We used to give 400 and this was double of it. The reason she told was, we are four bachelors and 200 per month will not be difficult considering our salaries !!!
Today we got a new one. She did the job well. But she was at least 70 years old.. I felt very bad. She was very fragile. But when I think again, here her work is light. If it is not here, she may need to go somewhere else, may be somewhere far. So let it continue like it...
We got another one in between. But she demanded Rs.800 for a month. We used to give 400 and this was double of it. The reason she told was, we are four bachelors and 200 per month will not be difficult considering our salaries !!!
Today we got a new one. She did the job well. But she was at least 70 years old.. I felt very bad. She was very fragile. But when I think again, here her work is light. If it is not here, she may need to go somewhere else, may be somewhere far. So let it continue like it...
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