It’s that time of the year

Yo!

It’s that time of the year again

Where things start to make sense

When realization hits hard

When guilt starts to fade away

And also the things start to make sense

It’s that time of the year again

When we look into the past 9 months

To figure the good, the bad, and the ugly

To rise above all the troubles

To hold the damned torch as high as possible

To say Thank you and Sorry to all

For the part, they played or are still playing

It’s that time of the year again

To access my life and try to bring positive changes

To start looking after my health

Both mental and physical

When all that matters is ME

and some more people 😉

It’s that time of the year again

To understand the lyrics of the songs

To understand the meaning of the words said

To connect the dots and realize stuff

To grow and let grow

To live and let live

To be happy and make others happy

To smile and let smile

Because smiles are here and smiles are there

Smiles are everywhere

No matter the time

The reason

The occasion

Smiles prevails

So let all smile

No matter the time of the year 😀

P.S.: I am back to B’lore from my Family trip to Gujarat. It was a great time with parents/sisters/relatives. I loved it all. Will share the pics in the next post 😉 I am proud of my younger sister because lately she’s been listening to English songs and she knows Careless Whisper of George Michael 😀 She’s growing awesome. I am also proud of my elder sister because of the wise words/thoughts she shared with me while our return trip to B’lore. She definitely has a way of letting the audience think like her and also because I couldn’t go anywhere else as I was on the flight so I HAD TO listen to her and she really made sense 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Voice of silence

“Shh!”
“Shhhh!!”
That’s what she said
Or rather she indicated
But I wanted to know
What exactly she wanted
Me to listen to
By staying silent
As I had just come home
From work and was tired
But still I obeyed her
And I was all silent
I stopped my regular
Process of breathing
Just to listen what she meant
And then after several seconds
And no voice
I whispered, “What is it?”
She stared at me
In disgust
As I was not able
To understand her
Signs & her silence
And just on looking
At where she was pointing
I was speechless
My laptop bag dropped on the ground
My tensed face turned
Into that exact smiling
Face I was staring at
Yes, we were looking
At our daughter trying
To stand up for the first time
With the help of a chair
And on achieving that
She had the best smile
And we both had tears
Smiling tears on our faces
And then that silence
Was broken by the glee
Of our daughter’s laugh

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda.

P.S. : Next week is almost there so today’s pick is Take me to church of Hozier. It’s my recent favorite as it was shared by a good friend of mine 😉