A Face of a coin called 'LIFE'

Hmmm...This blog is written with utter anguish and grief.....I am good at it

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. This is damn f****** true. I absolutely didnt get a faintest of hint of whatever is happenong to me now. Well, now I DO NOT regret.....or rather I DONT CARE!!.... I was used to such things before, but not of this magnitude......When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions!!!

At this point, I do remember a short stanza by Emily Dickinson:

My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Well....I still have time to go to heaven (or hell)

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Isn't the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven...what do you think???For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake. Sorrows cannot all be explained away and shared in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions. They are bloody parasites, looking for a host always.....I get a 'parasite' everytime and I take time to get immune to it. But now, they have come together and I will need more time..

The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live. This sentence is what i look out for, everytime.God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. The search for the Mechannas Gold is still on....Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for good.

At the end, I say that I am waiting for the monsoons....why?? coz I love walking in the rain, 'cause then no-one knows I'm crying....