Gone are the days when we used to find happiness in blowing balloons, sipping
a cup of hot coffee curled underneath a blanket on a rainy day chit-chatting with
our siblings, playing dumb-charade while fooling the other team. The community
feeling invoked by hide-and-seek games is all replaced by the competition of online
games. Dinner time stories get converted into intercom calls for room service.
Are we intellectually evolved or have we just become pseudo-intellectuals?
a cup of hot coffee curled underneath a blanket on a rainy day chit-chatting with
our siblings, playing dumb-charade while fooling the other team. The community
feeling invoked by hide-and-seek games is all replaced by the competition of online
games. Dinner time stories get converted into intercom calls for room service.
Are we intellectually evolved or have we just become pseudo-intellectuals?
The robotic life troubles everyone, yet we seem to get accustomed to it more and
more with the seemingly approaching machine-age war. Every soul starts enjoying
solitude! Perhaps, the distrust, the betrayal, the frustration, the fears, the
depression, the pain have all traumatized the good heart willing to give, help, love,
sacrifice. The shells have already been cocooned even before being seasoned out.
Detachment is aspired more than attachment.
more with the seemingly approaching machine-age war. Every soul starts enjoying
solitude! Perhaps, the distrust, the betrayal, the frustration, the fears, the
depression, the pain have all traumatized the good heart willing to give, help, love,
sacrifice. The shells have already been cocooned even before being seasoned out.
Detachment is aspired more than attachment.
Amidst the chaos, one fine day, the child in me awakens remembering the promises
she kept to herself. Still young at heart, she travels to get replenished. Sure, she
does for she finds the greener side long concealed behind the intellectual idiotic mind,
all thanks to the good people she chances upon.
she kept to herself. Still young at heart, she travels to get replenished. Sure, she
does for she finds the greener side long concealed behind the intellectual idiotic mind,
all thanks to the good people she chances upon.
The happiness is all there---in the daily small activities which seem mundane, the
pollution-free roads, the sky, the nature bountiful enough to offer anything and
everything, the earth calling to be saved from the bad people, the love of the genuine
souls.
pollution-free roads, the sky, the nature bountiful enough to offer anything and
everything, the earth calling to be saved from the bad people, the love of the genuine
souls.
A silver lining exists even in minute things!
Awakened, it's bliss to be alive!
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