Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The uncomfortable truth about growing up is seeing your parents growing old.
And seeing your loved ones getting dispersed. We adjust with time but the sentiments of nostalgia brings in us this beautiful discomfort attached with smell of everyone and everything and every places that we have come across and been to. And we accept that we can not do anything but wonder in our memories of future. 
With every passing time, as i become older and the numbers i have existed for increase, this reflective realisation of being compassionate and family love, the few close friends bond becomes the most precious blessings that I have ever earned, a goal that satisfies me the most. It is almost like saying the true beauty is in the detail and details are in little things

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