Memoirs of a blessed soul

Last year around the same time we were here, Rowing, dancing, living, loving, talking, laughing, dreaming  Living our dreams  Welcoming uncertainties  Reflecting on GramyaManthan Cherishing the beautiful moments of life it gave us  Adoring the gifts we got...  These smiles are not mere smiles..  They are the soul-reflections of our very being..  That was the day  When all the limits were broken..  When the past and the future were both forgotten!  That was the day  When the 'true journey'  The journey from self to society (and not the vice versa) got started..  That was the day..  Which will  always be remembered..  always be cherished..  always be celebrated..  That was the day to celebrate life then and now and forever...

A wish I sent in the Universe on June 13, 2018! I want to be the girl of my choice, A girl of my dreams. Do what I believe, Preach what I follow. Love what I like, And like what I love. Make my passion my profession. Don't have a word in my dictionary as submission, Submission to the areas and to the people and to the circumstances, which loosen my determination. The determination to follow my heart, Which in turn promotes procrastination. Procrastination in following my passion. My passion is to spread love and compassion, Love and compassion form the root of any nation. It is the only thing that creates differentiation. Differentiation between an animal and a human. Even animal reproduces and feeds his own stomach, Filling one's own stomach is no big deed I suppose. Feeding the hungry, helping others survive is the one, I guess! I wish to be the helping hand of the needy, A serving spoon to  the community, And stay in touch wi...