Random Thought...

Every city has a smell. Even memories have smell too. Sometimes a smell triggers a strong memory- something long forgotten in the past. Kolkata smells of my childhood, Delhi reminds me of a battered life. Chennai has a hot n humid smell of togetherness and separation. Hyderabad smells empty. Pune has a confused smell. Bangalore has the smell of 4 seasons in one day. We are made of memories. Memories are made of us. And mostly they smell pure and passionate.

Learning Life - in bits and pieces

"Picking up experiences every day, some in amusement, some in wonder and some in utter bewilderment. One thing that I have learnt over the years, is never to question such experiences or put them in comparison with others. That has saved my life from becoming cynical, judgemental or skeptical.

It's good to see old matured people becoming child at times - their unabashed laughter killing the last bit of their awe inspiring personality for the moment. Its heartening to see ordinary people becoming extraordinary when they unknowingly become someone's saving angel. Its amusing to see people unable to break their insecurity and behave in petty, selfish manner.

It's been fascinating so far, and I am hungry to learn.
I may live alone, but I can never be lonely.
Loving life doesn't come easy, particularly in a time when we live; but I am lucky that life chose me to love her. I am blessed."