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These days ...

Everyone realizes the difference between the Time we Pass and the Time we Live. 
I am living it these days. :)

I never discovered / felt so much joy one can feel in company of one's sibling. Bless my Sister. :)

I never realized when I have become so much..... Quiet. I am loving it. 

I am very happy that I successively left FB (addiction of so many people) .

I have stopped thinking and began feeling. ( According to Osho , most imp thing to live happily)

I have learnt to respect what I have and don't bother about what I don't have. ( especially in person's case. )

These days .. somewhat I m unhappy also (greatly embarrassed) I wish I could share it with someone. :( But its okay. It will fade away in the fog of time.

And yeah...few funny things about 'these days in my life' are - 

I dance while crossing the road... move .. wait .. back ... ahh... I wont die in accident ;)

I talk to me loudly while walking... its fun really 

I do what I really wanna do.. eat ... and smile... This is what life is for me.. it was always... I just need more anonymity ... more confidence... and bindaaas friends with lots of fun... 

I hope my dreams are not that Bigggg.... :)

love!!!

Comments

Devendra said…
Hey,
Its really good to see the changes you are adapting.....In the world of internet with loads of social websites, we are so much addicted to them & have totally lost the real world.......I am also looking for some tips from you on the transformation.
@ngel ~ said…
:P dats too much of appreciation...

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