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The Kite Runner 

Once I was about to leave for college in the morning and my dad suddenly walked up to me and said, Baby don’t do anything wrong that would tarnish the reputation of the family. I was shocked. I smiled and shook my head and left for my classes. 

Some people have a very friendly relationship with their parents. Mine is not such a case. My parents are not strict on the outside but one thing is sure that they mean what they say. They are sometimes friendly, sometimes very formal. My mother often takes a sarcastic note on my behaviour.

Also, they don’t tell me what to do and what not to do like typical parents do. They expect me to understand the situation and do the right thing on myself.

You can fly as high as you want.

But remember that a flying kite is always bound by its threads. 

Your parents, who gave you wings and set you free so that you can achieve the sky

And at the same time they keep you safe from the storm.

Never forget your roots. 

 

Growing up came quickly. 

This year my friends and I had planned a night out outside main city. It was the first time I really wanted to go outside city with friends and chill. So, I told my parents that I have to attend an event in college which will extend overnight and I’ll stay in hostel. 

They said, yes. I was amused that they believed on my cooked up story. So, when we actually went for the trip, it went well. We had fun and we were safe. Nothing unusual happened except the fact that I was really guilty that my parents trust me so much and I lied to them for such a stupid one day get away with friends. 

The cute fact is when I returned home tired, they asked me how the event went and dad worried that I couldn’t sleep well in the hostel. Oh my God. I swear that I felt moment that these guys love me so much and I’m doing all this.

This incident made me realise the importance I have in their lives and they are in mine.

And you’re not supposed to look back.

You’re supposed to be keep going. 

So, forget whatever mishaps you did. 

Your parents will always hold your kite and never let go of it. 

Sometimes you may feel that the thread is broken, 

but no there might be some bends, 

but the thread can never break. 

Family is not a special thing. Family is everything. Family is going to love you no matter how you are, what you do, what you wear, how you speak. Family never judges you. 

Make your parents feel your presence. They will forget what you said, what you did but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Money can’t buy happiness, but the moments you spend with them, will. 

When someone says they are busy, you should know how it works. One always has a choice and you’re not a priority. Don’t make your parents feel neglected. 

Home is a feeling.

Spend time with grandparents to get their wisdom. Spend time with kids to learn to take life less seriously and being happy without any reason. 

If your parents had bad day at work, try to give a little extra happiness to them. Be the ocean. Giving away drops won’t change the ocean.
Finally I’d like to share what I learnt from my parents, they are very simple people. They never spend a penny on themselves but ensure that their kids get the best opportunities and never feel less. 

Never regret being yourself. Because if you’re truly you then one day people are going to wish they were you.

Yeah, so you already know which people are more important. Once you start staying close to right people, the wrong one will go away. And believe me, whatever you do, your parents will never disown you.

Let’s give 2017 a fresh start. Welcome home. 🙂 

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The race

​This to the day when you just want to be happy, and get relieved of the race. 

Yes, it’s the same race you’re running everyday. 
You think you’re running towards a goal. Are you sure that you’re not running from yourself? 

When the herd is proving what they are not, and you still figuring out what you are,

Day by day, the web catches it’s prey, one at a time, and you know you’re next. 

Often you feel like giving up to the web, pray let it happen soon, as early as you could get caught, you could atleast stop running.
Never did any creature show such desperation. Or may be they did. 

Like when the mouse is lured by the cheese inside the cage. 

Or the profound happiness the goat gets before getting plated. 

But you don’t know this.
You don’t even understand this.

You just want to be as happy as you were 7 and won your first match and made your mom proud. 

But you didn’t know that this want for winning will come along so badly that it will put a curtain on your dreams. 
You don’t want to run everyday.
You just want to be home.

You just want to be happy.

But as the rule of survival says, you need to be fit for it, for it’s a war. Not between people, but with you,  yes yourself. 

You need to get up, and BURN yourself if you want to shine.

First steps

You have a story.
There are words, waiting to be written.

Everything begins small.
Your little first steps, to climb up to her.
Mother, from where all your stories begin.

You are trying to climb up to her.
With her open arms, she gently, smiles.
Doubtless, you rise up.
Remember, those were your first steps.

Now, you’re all old, and strong,
Yet, you fear to climb the stairs of life.
Why don’t you trust?

Life is a book.
Why don’t you travel?
Why are you struck at the first few pages?

Let the chaos within burst out.
Even if you can’t see it, the story is weaving.
Thread by thread, into the tapestry of life.

And if words fail, hope remains.
For years to come, hope whispers, it’ll be better.
Better, sweeter, happier. Any more?

You leap through the dark mountains,
Follow storms. Yet, reach up to the stars.
Your first steps again. Do they taste the same?

Soaked in memories, happiness hails.
While sorrows make a wiser tale.
Mistakes, faults  — the chapters you accept,
And do not wish to visit again.

The story of the fool you were, the story of the fool you are.
Wrapped up in few words,
One Adventure, called life.

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Which one’s your door?

Here’s a story to take you to two doors, you can only choose one and only choose once. Choose wisely. 

In a mother’s womb were two babies.
One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replies, “why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.

“Nonsense,” says the other. “There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?” “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths.”

The other says, “This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.”
“I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here.” the other replies, “No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere.”

“Well, I don’t know,” says the other, “but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us.”

“Mother??” You believe in mother? Where is she now? “She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world.”
“I don’t see her, so it’s only logical that she doesn’t exist.”
To which the other replied, “sometimes when you’re in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her.”I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality.

via Ben at DOP – The Door Of Perception

This is a great analogy if those who don’t believe in the afterlife are complete fools and know so very little about what really exists outside this reality of ours.
Every breath you take, is proof of creator.
Every flower, animal and tree, is creator born.
You would not be alive without the creator’s breath of life.

And I don’t believe in life after death. Only because I don’t believe in death. I believe life is eternal and the only thing that dies is your physical form. We are only visitors in this realm.

“You do not have a soul.  You are a soul.  You have a body.” – George MacDonald

It’s all about faith. What you believe in, whether in science or religion, faith is all what matters. Found your door?
Share and help others to find theirs.

What no one tells you about your mother’s love?

“Behind all your stories is always your mother’s story. Because, hers is where yours begin.”~Mitch Albom

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday, piece by piece my mother was being stolen from me. I was thinking to write this post yesterday and show it to my mother as a surprise but I couldn’t even do that. I like to call her ‘maa’, but I hardly do. We never express our love for her. Neither do I. I feel she knows. She knows it all. Anyways here it is. When it comes to understand her love, it’s difficult! really! Let’s figure it out together!

It’s a holiday!, I shouted.
No, come here sit beside me for a while. She said.
I was busy with my summer internship work,sat by the laptop for the entire day. She cared for me. Even today when I am writing this I had to complete a report and didn’t go for dinner. She was the one who was bothered about me from 10 o’ clock itself to come and have dinner. But I didn’t go.Now I feel cruel. I should have gone.

Mother.
She’s a woman who’ll not only hear, but listen, take your side forever,tell the truth — or not,as her child needs it. A woman you can count on,no matter what happens, and who’ll love you no matter how bad you may make her feel. As she sees you grow, she would bless you every day.  But don’t you think why she’s harsh on the surface? Yes, she’s harsh only on the surface.

“Every tiny detail about her, her flaws, her laughter, her love,everything and anything about her holds a special place for me in the world.”

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“God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.” ~Phyllis McGinley

People say mother’s hug- The only drug that works every time, costs nothing and has no side effects. I don’t hug my mother often. She says it looks artificial. I say all other kids do hug their moms, why can’t I . The very moment she hugs me. And that’s the most beautiful moment for me, when I forget everything and get back to those good old days, when we spent a good time together.

“Maybe a mother wasn’t what she seemed to be on the surface.” So, how to get to know her?

Sometimes she’s there to lighten the darkness. At other point of time she’s there to shield when lightning streaks the night and when thunder shakes the earth. She’s there to love, And her love has no beginning or an end.
We  have once shared the same body. Now there’s a part of her in mine and mine in her soul. I know she’s getting old day by day, year by year. But there’s something permanent and inexpressable, about losing her — a wound that will never quite heal. It would be a goodbye to myself. Losing a part of mine.Forever. But a part of her’s would be still there in me, which would keep me alive.

Oh God! bless our mothers, she’s the reason of our very being. To know her just close your eyes and go to the deepest part of your heart and you’ll find the answer.

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