THE MYSTERY

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     When we were born, different colors were a mystery, different sounds were mystery… when we slowly figured out these things… people around started to be a mystery… when we figured out that people around us are mom and dad… we were forcefully placed in a greater mystery… a place full of mysterious people and this time without mom and dad… as we slowly started unfolding our school… we were pushed towards another mystery ‘books’…  well some got hang of it, some excelled and some like me never got it. As we grew up, the world around us started opening up… parents, relatives, neighbors, city, shops, chocolates and many more… Every mystery revealed to us at the right time!!

   

  All along this journey, we were slowly being introduced to mysterious world of emotions… love, hate, happiness, sorrow, grief.  When we were in our youths we experienced max. emotions, coz that’s when we were open to everything. No matter what we are then… love, betrayal, hatred, and what not… we also started understanding relationships then…

     We again grew up, started understanding responsibilities, our family, our kids, their mysteries… and then one day back to childhood, well back to being a child, only with an older body…
 

And thinking back… life is a mystery, don’t try too hard to solve it… maybe mysteries are meant to be enjoyed by their way and not by solving them… “HAPPY MYSTERIES!!!”

 

“ LIFE IS A MYSTERY JUST LIVE ALONG!!! ”

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Celebrations

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 16; the sixteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

...The fan on the roof was spinning with a strange sound. i was in a small room. Everything appeared to be white around. the room had this queer smell, like a lot of chemicals were being mixed together. This smell was making me sick. But i could easily shift my concentration from the smell as a new high amount pain rushed to my neck and vanished. It was as if someone had pricked me with several needles at once. Now again taking in that smell i wondered what woke me up. the smell, the sound or the pain. before anything could strike my mind. I felt dizziness griping me.I felt weak and gone, everything around me was black. I could not move my eyelids...

...There I was driving on the road with some insane speed. The thoughts of my new record hrs on the MiG were still ringing in my mind. I was very happy. And out of nowhere something weird happened. I heard a loud sound. And the next moment i lost control over the bike. my bike was shaking uncontrollably. And again the loud sound. The feeling of flying, the strike on the neck and complete numbness … 

...Again I was in my white room, now i could easily see the bandages over my body.  But I could not feel them. Dint knew how many doses of medicine my body had taken. I dint know for how many months was I in that condition...

...It was two years since my accident on the road. I could not say I was in better shape now. Because I was not, I had lost both my legs forever. Now the wheelchair would be my companion forever. My dream of flying and fighting for my country, all now a distant memory. I had lost everything. My  family years ago. My  friends. My confidence.  My dream. My life.  I had nothing left except death...but I knew I had to fight…

...It was a year since my discharge from the hospital. It was toughest year of my life. Never did I have to depend upon anyone for my living. But that had changed drastically over the year. But I learnt a lot from that trying year. At the beginning giving up seemed the best thing to do. But now everything seemed different. I was enjoying my second life. I had found my passion for writing. Now I could sit and write and relax through it. I had been given a chance to live again...

...Now I knew. Sometimes we never have an option, you just have to let go. And let be found by life. Its not how you take events and situations in life. What matters is how you celebrate life, no matter in what form...

…CELEBRATE LIFE...

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