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I've just moved to a new house. Actually, compared to my last house, it's relatively older. But what happens when you create any kind of changes in your life in any way is this...you leave a house, it's surroundings, your memories related to it, the people you wanted so bad, in a different way.
These days I have no thoughts occupying my mind, no need for comfort, no one that I miss, none that I love so much that I can't do without them. I've moved on...in fact, I've made it my skill to move on as quickly as possible.
When I need to stop, slow down and invest, I will. Right now, I want to run. Run faster and faster, from all these things behind, leaving them further away. And when I'm tired, panting for breath, I'll stop. And I shall turn behind to see everything in a blur. When I see nothing clearly, the only way I would choose to go is ahead.
And then the slowing down, the quiet walk, in the rain, with the birds. Peace alone.

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Wriju said…
"That day bring round the night, that before dawn
His glory and his monuments are gone."
-WB Yeats

I have been sort of running away too, so much and so often that it seems like a lot of sound and fury signifying nothing. But thats life I guess.

Post some pics of the new place :-)
Tuesday, 06 June, 2006
Madhuri Shinde said…
Good that u can feel peace because it's a rare virtue.
Tuesday, 06 June, 2006
How do we know said…
i also want pictures of the new house..
All the Best in the new house!
peace, or anything like it!!
Wednesday, 07 June, 2006
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