Stochastic Cerebrations

There were more of good days and less bad days I'll ever forget the times we had I had expected the same from you, but I was wrong The times are changing for you those memories are slowly fading away Hoping against the hope racing against the time  I pray and will continue to wish That someday things will be normal you'll realize who we were who I was in your life unless you were faked till now The clock is ticking with every second, the times are changing holding onto past is something I can't do now because there is no assurance if my past can be a part of my time to come Caring for you in past was unconditional but now why should I Shedding the last one from the parched eyes I live in fear that you'll be gone yet as times change I let go of that fear, Fck You!

Every second of our life is, in gist, directly related to some purpose of this journey. Everything we do has a consequence..EVERYTHING is connected in some way or the other, just that we need to figure out how these dots are related. We all have been to school/college, if one person had not been put in some section X, the class could have been entirely different. The same analogy is applicable to almost every domain of life.  People talk about changing life by doing big things but even a gentle smile on the street can change someone's life. If a grasshopper hopping from one place to another can cause a tornado on some side of the world, what do you think a bungee stunt can do? We all talk about efficiency, Maruti's models are promoted for their efficiency( kitna deti hai! ), inefficiency has no place in this world. Life is not so inefficient or even lazy/miser that it would have just one purpose.  To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, Newton said.

Late night car rides help me think, especially when I am returning from work. Letting someone else do the driving while I stare unobservant out of the window with light music soothing my ears, hardly stopping for little or no fellow riders - the world moves. All this is actually sanative. The wide, shimmering roads were like canvases - ready to absorb the colors from the painter's mind. At a traffic signal, a baby in the car next to mine smiled at me. It was such an innocent smile which left me wondering - When was the last time.. I smiled at a stranger I gave up a seat for the snr. citizens? I refrained from bargaining a daily wage vendor? I inquired about the well being of my domestic help, the cab driver, their families? I thanked those guys who wipes the table at the restaurant and serves food? I went for an early morning walk I saw the sunrise and the sunset? I gave myself a break And just lay on the grass, social network and all forgotten When was the l