WordWorship

Getting published is any writer's dream come true. Mine came true last Saturday when an article written by me was published in Deccan Herald. While the article is not an opinion or something with 'personal' scrawled across it, it is not bad for starters. Hope this beginning leads to something....  http://www.deccanherald.com/content/374382/your-gifting-manners-speak-you.html Amen!!!!!

every day is a brand new day. but every night is the same old dreary one - fraught with the demons of the past and scares of the future, a gigantic beast stretching from me to eternity. 

The other day my roommate and I were cooking together. Somehow the talk drifted towards life and its ups and downs. I, as usual, started cribbing about how it had been for the past couple of years - uncertainties, broken promises, shaken foundations, blah, blah blah. It was at this junction that she shared a pearl of wisdom that I will take to my deathbed. Following is what she spoke: Have you ever seen a river? Let us take a small part of it. It starts as a small sliver of water somewhere up in the mountains. From the beginning it has to fight for its existence every single instant. Slowly, yet steadily, it moves ahead. In the beginning, even the smallest of pebbles pose a threat to it. It defeats them and moves ahead. Next it has to stave off the challenge of the big rocks that come in the way. It overcomes that too, little knowing that soon it is going to fall and fall heavily. Lesser is its knowledge that the higher it has started, the mightier its fall is going to be. Blissf...

6 years... 6 years is the time lesser mortals like us had to wait for another offering by the great called Khaled Hosseini. Many books came and went in this time. Yet, there were few which rose up to the standards set by the amazingly beautiful, profound and touching A Thousand Splendid Suns . While there might be no specific line or quote I can recall from that book but each and every incidence in that book is so well etched in my mind that few of those still send a chill down my spine.

They say - Out of sight, out of mind. Wisdom like that is supposed to be applicable pan everything. Then why does it not work with me? Why is what out of sight not out of mind?  Or maybe I should rephrase it - it's not the type of pain that fades away, it's the type of pain that one learns to live with. Is that what you are now? You have truly come a long way - from my most beautiful dream to my worst nightmare. As I sit here, I try and think about the road that lead to this. Where did our paths fork and they became yours and mine?

Remember tonight.... for it's the beginning of forever.....                                                                                   ----------- Dante 

"In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her - That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least - for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"                                                                         ...