“View all problems as challenges. Look upon negativities that arise as opportunities to learn and to grow. Don’t run from them, condemn yourself, or bury your burden in saintly silence. You have a problem? Great. More grist for the mill. Rejoice, dive in, and investigate.”—Bhante Henepola Gunaratana (via yogachocolatelove)
“Ignore your previous experience and go into the moment. Be Here Now. See what there is to work with right now in creating yourself anew. Life is an ongoing, never-ending process of re-creation.”—Neale Donald Walsch (via yogachocolatelove)
It was beautiful as long as it lasted The journey of my life. I have no regrets whatsoever Save the pain I’ll leave behind. Those dear hearts who love and care… And the strings pulling at the heart and soul… The strong arms that held me up When my own strength let me down. At every turning of my life I came across good friends, Friends who stood by me, Even when the time raced me by. Farewell, farewell, my friends I smile and bid you goodbye. No, shed no tears for I need them not All I need is your smile. If you feel sad do think of me For that’s what I’ll like when you live in the hearts Of those you love, remember then You never die.
Now let’s put an end to this story, for it was never the most romantic one.This story has tears and pain and love, separation and memories, desperation and care.
There were some awsome dates..in some of the best gardens of Delhi.That was perhaps my best winter.She was normally like a moon, a part of her was always hidden.Yet I remember her coming out of veil and openly bringing out her euphoric side while riding an a swing. That day, I saw a different Senorita.
At another occasion she rescued me from paying too much for a lunch.
Well there are few more incidents. But let me keep some just for my memories.
The day arrived when she finally packed her bags and left Delhi, perhaps forever.
Well I still never miss any opportunity to meet her whenever she comes to Delhi. Sometimes she tells me sometimes I find it out.
Last I met her in a freezing cold winter in Varanasi. Maybe that was the last one
If the world was perfect or even a little better than what it is, if it was not divided by the walls of our prejudices, I would grow with Senorita like trees grow on either sides or a road, at a distance but always seeing each other.For a person like me who always fancied someone having colours of femininity, wildness and intellect she was a perfect blend. But I must accept that I always failed to detect the core of her heart.
Senorita never let me come too close to her, most of the times consciously.Yet on a few occasions she accepted my invites, often during weekends.