A Smile and A Tear.......

As I travelled down the memory lane of my first two blogging years, I found many delightful instances, with some excessively silly and some stupidly informative posts. But I still smile.

I had almost made it a custom to write for the Durga Pujas every year. But that’s not the case. The things hardly seem to be feasible that I may find something to write upon. But like always, I returned on the last day, with a post of some words, to greet everyone. Those cap-roll guns we all had once been a die-hard fan of, caught my keen attention the other day. I wanted to pull that fearful trigger once again when I saw a couple of kids chasing each other, firing blankly into the air. I had last held a gun maybe four years back, and I still have preserved it.

But years have rolled on and things have changed; and so have we and our belongings, interests, and beliefs. But the flickering flame of that old candle still struggles to live on. Let’s preserve it. After all, we all are humans; all of us have beautiful, golden recollections that make us what we are now.


"The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm;
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns;
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart;
Close your eyes and your will find
The way out of the dark."