Dear me,
It's half past five early in the morning and I've already hit the roads. The one thing I've realized of lately is that Delhi is beautiful! There is so much of green area here. Another thing that I've realized is that people set to work even at this time in the morning. There stands a rickshaw puller waiting.
And then, I ponder over the idea of change. Change is needed for the healthy growth of a human. Change is beautiful. You move from your comfort zone and enter a new milieu. You discover a new world which is full of novel ideas.
As I look around, I see tracks, trees and buildings.
That bliss feeling. There's internal happiness inside me. There are a lot of people around me, but only a few seem to be interested in appreciating the aesthetic nature. There's a sense of euphoria inside me because I somehow seem to understand the nature of 'change'. Change is inevitable; change is beautiful.
So till yesterday, I would meticulously point out my flaws to myself. But right now, it's different. Sample this:
The old me: I remember certain things only when I'm done writing a letter. I'm such a loser.
The new me: Girl, that is why they invented the post script.
Oh boy. This revelation came from within me. It just came like a magic spell, perhaps. But it struck. And I'm happy about it.
There's an old story that I read in the book Eat, pray,love. It goes something like this: there was once a poor man who would visit the church each day, praying to God to make him win the lottery. Each day he would say, "God, please, please, please, let me win the lottery!"
And he would visit the church every single day. One day, God decided to come down himself and said, "Son, please, please, please buy a ticket."
And, just like Liz, I too have a ticket. Though not three but one, not to Italy or Indonesia but to Lucknow, a city in India. And, here I am, in the train, beholding the beautiful scenario of the fields and the river; reading the newspaper, gulping down a hot cuppa coffee with nice cutlets. That's like a treat to me. By the time I finish with this post, it'll be 7am so you can see how slow a writer I am. Oh no, wait. I ain't a slow writer; it's just that we took time in locating our seats and settling ourselves. Yes, that is exactly what happened. Oh yeah, I see hint of optimism here. Yeah. That's about it. I'm searching for more thoughts in my brain, in case I miss on something. But you know there's always the post script at your rescue.
Here's to a new beginning!
Love,
Devv
It's half past five early in the morning and I've already hit the roads. The one thing I've realized of lately is that Delhi is beautiful! There is so much of green area here. Another thing that I've realized is that people set to work even at this time in the morning. There stands a rickshaw puller waiting.And then, I ponder over the idea of change. Change is needed for the healthy growth of a human. Change is beautiful. You move from your comfort zone and enter a new milieu. You discover a new world which is full of novel ideas.
As I look around, I see tracks, trees and buildings.
That bliss feeling. There's internal happiness inside me. There are a lot of people around me, but only a few seem to be interested in appreciating the aesthetic nature. There's a sense of euphoria inside me because I somehow seem to understand the nature of 'change'. Change is inevitable; change is beautiful.
So till yesterday, I would meticulously point out my flaws to myself. But right now, it's different. Sample this:
The old me: I remember certain things only when I'm done writing a letter. I'm such a loser.
The new me: Girl, that is why they invented the post script.
Oh boy. This revelation came from within me. It just came like a magic spell, perhaps. But it struck. And I'm happy about it.
There's an old story that I read in the book Eat, pray,love. It goes something like this: there was once a poor man who would visit the church each day, praying to God to make him win the lottery. Each day he would say, "God, please, please, please, let me win the lottery!"
And he would visit the church every single day. One day, God decided to come down himself and said, "Son, please, please, please buy a ticket."
And, just like Liz, I too have a ticket. Though not three but one, not to Italy or Indonesia but to Lucknow, a city in India. And, here I am, in the train, beholding the beautiful scenario of the fields and the river; reading the newspaper, gulping down a hot cuppa coffee with nice cutlets. That's like a treat to me. By the time I finish with this post, it'll be 7am so you can see how slow a writer I am. Oh no, wait. I ain't a slow writer; it's just that we took time in locating our seats and settling ourselves. Yes, that is exactly what happened. Oh yeah, I see hint of optimism here. Yeah. That's about it. I'm searching for more thoughts in my brain, in case I miss on something. But you know there's always the post script at your rescue.
Here's to a new beginning!
Love,
Devv
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