chapter of accidents

Funny how we get through life everyday without realizin what an amazingly well choreographed sequence is what we enlive. All that things culminate into, may not seem to have a purpose at outset but seemingly every small piece fits perfectly into the sleeve, every thing timed so precisely that it runs to clock-work precision.

Life is amazing in the great destinations it holds afloat but no mention on the journey to get there. As we sweep past the familiar terrains everyday takin little notice in the subtle changes that litter the way we pass, no time to stop, worrying; we carry our trifles with single minded devotion that blinds us to a mystery that constantly unfolds arounds us.

The day i stopped, turned, looked, gave stuff around a moment, took it all in; everything stopped and that moment held on, lingerin along ...... the all encompassing love for their child, the the two year-old smilin, the twinkle in the eye of the beloved, the mirth in the laugh of a friend, the pain of the outstretched needy arm, the indifference of the one who refuses, the helplessness of the one who looks on....
All last as moments that define the journey that we undertake, transformin itself into a lettered page .. with which we weave the great book of life.... who knows where we will end tomorrow.. but along the way we leave a little something... rather...we live a little something.. a little something for everyone... sometimes a moment holds on.... lingers along.... and lasts forever