Nothing inspires me more than writing. To be able to carve out thoughts into words is, at times, a frightening experience, but satisfying too as words flow down from the core of the heart to the pen and then arrange themselves to form meaningful expressions on paper in a bid to create an unprecedented impact.
At times, words and feelings need a vent and what better channel can be than one’s own pen. My writing reflects the turmoil within as words come together to lend an everlasting peace.
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Memories revisited
Those were the days, when we were given to make Christmas trees as homework. And then, a contest was held as to whose tree was the best. Cribs were made with material provided by the school and Christmas carols were sung in front of the crib. Those were the days when we waited eagerly for Christmas holidays to begin and receive cakes from our Christmas friends. Never did we know, that those were the best days of our lives, with no burden on our minds and no liabilities on our soul. The green pine trees, the silver bells, the golden colored balls, the brightly packed gifts, the melodiously sung songs, and the yummy cakes with lots of cream toppings and pineapple pieces--that was, by definition, Christmas for us. I wish life had an "Undo" button so that we could have gone back to revisit those old days. But alas, life has no reverse button. What is left are the memories to be revisited when we rewind ourselves. Happy Christmas to one and all !
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