Division of heart

There can't be no better curse in this world than to be alone. And may be that's why this concept of families did come into picture. We are born in families, make our own families, live with them and one day die in their arms. The most important asset a human possess is family. Ma says that a strong family has the strength to sustain every possible adversity in the world. My parents have spent most of their personal life away from each other due to their frequent transfers and postings in their respective jobs. And there was a time when both of them were away from home. We always felt their presence beside us and that's what kept and keep us together. That's what keeps everyone together.

I have a colleague at work who trusts me a lot. It is strange to see when an American starts trusting a non-American when it comes to personal life and relations. He shared a personal issue of his friend with me which was new of its kind. His friend's wife has filed divorce and they are discussing over the issues of divisions of all the property, assets and custody of their children. It seems usual as these are the main issues one has to deal with while filing divorce. But what perturbed me was the division of children. The couple has two sons and two daughters. And one of their son and daughter is grown up. They want to divide their grown up children & younger children equally and their sons and daughters equally. I have never heard of such kind of division in my life before. My colleague asked me what I think of their agreement and decision to go with.

I didn't want to advice anything on the matter. First of all, I am too young and immature to give any advice and second, I am inexperienced as a wife and mother and third of course, our cultures and upbringings are different. I decided to stay neutral at the end, with the feeling that its their personal matter. But I knew that I could have spoken on it being a daughter. He then asked me further about how is it in India. Do Indians get divorced? After 2-3 questions of this tone, he landed into my personal life with my family. I could have lied about our struggles in earlier stages of our family life. But when it comes to family, I hate lying. It is like lying about god, lying about the first blessing of being a human being.

So, I gave him a vague idea about how we lived like wanderers in the initial years till we three grew up. And his astonishment after getting to know this unveiled his next question. " Do your parents now live together? Are they still living with each other after spending so much time away?" And I smiled as I knew this question was coming...." Ya, my parents are very much together. Does it matter to stay far physically? After all, your loved one resides in your heart. No matter which part of earth he/she stays in." When he smiled, I knew he agreed with the idea none the less..." You know Purva, I really admire India and Indians for the harmony and integrity in their relations. Whats nice to see that they stay with their parents even after their marriage."

This is not as easy and frequent as it was evident from his talk. We Indians know that there are some discrepancies. Nothing is perfect and impeccable on this earth. We Indians are accepting westernization and feeling happy to forget our own. Even we Indians get divorced, stay away from our family willingly and walk out of our family and parents' lives happily. We Indians fight over the issues of division of assets and custody of children. And of course we Indians only forget our family so easily. But till date I haven't heard of division of children in India. May be, I belong to a small place in comparison to metropolitan culture where this could be a normal matter & I still possess the small town mentality. However, it is easy to divide assets, easier to divide property....but it is hardest to divide children.

What left me surprised over the issue was...this idea of division of children was proposed by their mother. A mother is the most respectable person of all. She is god's best gift to every living being on this earth, she is the life and god herself as she gives birth to life. If god wants to take birth, even he has to come through a mother's womb. Wherever or in whatever form life is, mother is the cause and beginning of one's existence. Can she think of dividing her children? Her heart beats in her children. Even if someone goes on to try dividing....is it possible to divide hearts? A true relation is always the one in which bodies are different & heart is one, names are different & soul is one. The day we will divide soul will probably see the beginning of division of a mother's heart too.

Lack of time...?

I was having this conversation with a friend of mine. We talked about everything possible in the world from politics, economy in recession, terrorism to work, life and career. And then all of a sudden, he popped up with a simple question..."How do you get time in this busy life for blogging? You almost manage it three times a month." I didn't find his question odd. I knew it if I had elaborately explained, the conversation would have lasted forever. I just smiled and said" Bas aise hi...I don't feel lack of time to do it"...

If you see people, world and lives around you, you will see everybody running here and there in search of something or to achieve something..don't know what. Life has become really busy in this age. My grand-ma used to tell me" Your generation is just in love with running after things and pleasures and for that you will willingly lose the pleasure of your present moment. In our time, people at least used to have time to sit along with family and friends." I agree with her nothing less. Life is getting convulsed violently by day to day competitions and in the fight of survival of the fittest. I do the same and still here I am writing a blog on it to preach lessons. But it is not only a lesson...it is just some pieces hold together from small real lives' experiences.

Till I got here in US, I had the same resentments. I used to lament like hell for less time and much work to do. My life was in all time imbalanced state and I thought only I, in the world, has infinite amount of work. I never thought about how to balance life giving importance to each and every need, priority and person. My life was piled up under my textbooks and study room. At times, I would gaze outside the window having a book in hand which gave an impression of my studious nature to many, even though I may be feeling sluggish that moment. But a foolish likeness of myself with always a book in my hand found it hard to let me step outside my door....

My day to day dialogues with ma were limited to "bhookh lagi hai, khana ban gaya kya?", "exams aane waale hai" and " kal school ki chutti hai". Papa was more of a teacher than papa and he was the one who has managed talking with me the most so far. A lot of credit goes to his long discussions of studies with me. My endless commitments to studies and other useless stuff took away my time of conversing with my family and other friends. I was same till college, always complaining about the lack of time. During the second year at college, I came across to talk to a friend about it and after listening to me he said" There is never a lack of time...only a lack of inclination. There is always plenty of time if you know how you are going to balance your life." His words moved me to the core. I have been repeating his words in my mind till date. And after that, if there is anything missing in my life...that is inclination, that is balance...never a lack of time.

We run our whole life in hope of a better future and miss all zest of relishing present moments OR we stay cold our whole life to avoid odds and rigor of present moments and get apprehensive for tomorrow. We run either at left or at right, unknowingly that the real joy lies in between somewhere these two points. Life is not about zooming in a Ferrari and it is not about stopping on one moment for ever either. Happiness is not in the mirages of " the next day should be better than today" and it is not also in fretting over an ongoing painful moment. It is just in the moment when you know what you want to do the most and what makes you happy.

Due to my so called and defined "lack of time", I had stopped blogging for an year when I came here for masters. A friend pushed me again towards it and then I realized where my zeal lies. I found an undefined solace in giving a shape to my thoughts again and my inclination took care of it from there. It was though not as actively as it was supposed to be and at times I hardly thought of anything but studies, yet I knew it was important to me and for my happiness. And this realization of where my true self lies taught me how to get the balance between the two.

Practically, it may invite a number of arguments. This competitive world snatches everything away which gives us delight. But it is on us how to have the counterpoise. Life is too beautiful na, friends. Enjoy every moment before it flees away and make it meaningful also before it never gives you a chance to do so again. Make a balance with everything in your life. Try it from today before you lose any special moment and person forever.

I wish I could get my childhood back just to spend some more tender moments with my family which I just let go hands down...the significance of those moments really took much time to become evident to me. We human beings are not so good with extremes. Staying at equilibrium can help us in surviving in a better way and happily for long...

Naya saal mubarak....

So, here I am again. Things and life have been quite busy so far and I was thinking why do we have so much of work only when we want to relax. I thought of taking rest and staring the ceiling of my room for next few days after my masters and then only housing of my university campus decided to kick us out of our apartment. We can't enjoy the facilities of campus once we reach in a position where they can't ask us any more money or tuition fees. And thanks to the completion of my masters, I can now think of doing stuff beyond striking my head with housing authorities. I found a new apartment and moved in there. Moving in and moving out has been an integral part of my life such that I sometimes feel sandwiched between them. I missed blogging last days. It seems surprising when I manage to survive and breathe without posting anything new on blog for long. Alright, I exaggerate sometimes. It is not that bad but I feel detached with myself and world when I don't blog. It is like words drained out of mind.

We have almost reached to the end of the year. I may write a lot of philosophical and spiritual specimens of how to behave next year and live on all the resolutions made this year. But I am no Baba Sri Sri Sri Purva who holds the copyrights on gyaan possible in the world. So, I will spare it this year. 2008 has been an year of happenings for me. Unlike 2007, which was happening too but not positively, 2008 got me few interesting events of life. I earned a masters degree for which I have lost almost 2874 hair so far. I managed to visit India after long time and got to meet few important people including old friends whom I hadn't seen for long.

I landed up in almost 1000 arguments with ma and papa regarding marriage. Interestingly, when parents start thinking emotionally and sentimental for their daughters to marry them off and at the same time scolding them to accept this so called centuries old fact of life...it is hard to stand in the discussion with them even possesing any logics. My sisters continued with the same concerns on the issue this year also. Specially, when one has a married sister and a younger sister at home, you can't accept anything but the 1001-advantages-of-getting-married conversations and mera-number-kab-aayega-look on you...I interned whole year which was an arduous job with classes and projects. I see myself more confident than what I was at the beginning of this year. And now I believe that work transforms life and reconstructs beliefs. A job supervisor's look builds the self-assurance and strengths better than a professor's look, no matter how disdainful the look is...

I found some new friends and new people in whom I felt confiding my inner-rooted pains that I only shared with family before. And I think this remains my biggest achievement of this year. Finding one whose frequency matches yours is not easy though not very difficult also...but to have those people around closely or remotely is a treat for life. I would say...I learnt how to live in real sense. May be just completing few months and calculated days of year is not life..Life means living each and every moment.I believe I can face hardships more efficiently than last year. And now I feel why it took me so many years to realize that without smiling and living life under unknown apprehensions of what next and covering up face with useless tensions doesn't culminate in anything. Some people unknowingly turn the coarse of problems into a dead-end street....

With continuing global recession in the economy and the impending terror of getting married, I don't feel going in 2009 and want to stay for some more time in 2008...but time waits for none. I hope you all must have your share of moments that made you laugh and cry this year...I pray for all to stay healthy, smiling and in good spirits for next year and most importantly living your life...Happy new year to all...

Lakshya....

I didn't want to use any other title than this one so I am stealing the title of a movie for this post. Hope Farhan Akhtar doesn't mind it. It has been 4 days since I had the last exam of my Masters here. The enchanting feeling of completing my masters degree leaves me with an indescribable expression. Life goes on...and I feel I slowly proceed ahead with a handful of aims and few dreams in heart on the road to life."Lakshya" is the most pronounced word of initial phases of one's life. I still remember I had 100 objectives before I stepped in the world of structural engineering. I had developed an interest in astronomy and study of heavenly objects and then I decided to be an astronaut. I enjoyed watching circus shows in my town and I wanted to be a circus artist. Then, music stepped in my life and I dreamed by heart days and nights to be a singer. Traversing on the flow of this stream named life, I went on to aim some more and finally I have landed up here. A lot of people ask me whether I wanted to be a structural engineer very first. My sister still believes that I would have gone to pursue writing as a career.

Ruminating over and over aims that lead my past and contemplating future objectives, been through the phases of "I came-I saw-and I conquered" to " Mera-sundar-sapna-toot-gaya"...I am still treading ahead to target on something. And through all those stages, I sometimes don't understand what I am targeting to. Do I want to be a professional with unlimited earnings or a figure of a successful person? Do I want to be a celebrity who captures a daily column on Page-3 and a rich fellow? Is that what I wanted to be? I feel confused sometimes when I achieve something....as to what next now? If I fail, I know I need to go on again. My questions to myself can give an impression of my inanity to many afterward. But the truth is that I am still looking for my purpose in life. I am still searching for the reason of my existence on this earth.

I dreamed to be a singer and I couldn't advance beyond the mass audience of classical nights I took part in. I did never wish to be a writer and here I am writing a blog which connects me with a lot of different souls on this planet. I could never remotely think of being a poetic temperamental individual but my thoughts found a way to rhyme themselves and to flow on paper. And an urge of always creating something got me in structural engg. May be here I can create something visible in front of my eyes for long. Lakshyas were made and lakshyas were achieved. Some of them though died in course of time also. I feel none of the achievements satisfied me completely. The peace of mind still seems far ahead. Losses leave a ground zero mark on me and then I try to rise like a phoenix again out of my own remnants. My gains make me happy for sometime and then the vigor and sparkle die down again.

I realized then that everything is going to lose its charm or blues eventually and will fade away and vanish. These rises and dumps tell that I started my journey one day with nothing and one day it will end with nothing. I brought nothing with me except happiness and peace of mind to my loved ones and will take nothing with me except peace of mind and satisfaction. Then why I am going towards making money and dreaming to lead a materialistic life. Money brings some comfort and luxury to life but not peace of mind. I don't want to get evaporated in the burns where I will have all the money, status and success and still have no time to laugh with people, live for my family, stand by them when they want or need me, or end up where relations become cold and lose their warmth. I want to fade away with a peace in my mind that even though I couldn't achieve a lot in life and couldn't touch the zeniths I aimed...I am still vanishing being a nice person with peace that I finally found the meaning of my life and reason of my existence. Till the moment I get it, there is no peace to me.

So, my lakshya of having a masters degree is achieved. And now, I want a "Lakshya" again in life...May be, searching myself amongst these aims will lead me somewhere to my purpose. At last, there is nothing worse than having an aimless day in life. Have you all come to know what your purpose is?.....

Being Human....

May be I should have written it long back. And now after almost 20 major terror attacks and death of 600 people, bunch of breaking news, injured people,ailing humans, death counts, crying families and relatives,condemning politicians and security arrangements and a great hue and cry about political decisions and promised securities, we again have come to the same spot where we had begun. And among all these uproars and turmoil, we forget humans. Lives and dreams are shattered forever, families are left to lead their whole life in destruction and void. We talk about died human beings in figures and numbers, count them under victims, inquire about our close ones and end up feeling happy if the figures don't have any of our people. Of course those 600 humans may not have any of our own, but among those 113 crores souls of our nation, there must be few eyes full of tears, few hearts filled with emptiness, and few lives filled with vacuum. Terror attacks occur and lives end, bombs are exploded and families shatter, promises are made and kids are orphaned, compensations are announced to kins of terror victims and dreams are killed, securities are assured and humans walk on. Life ends for a few and live keeps on moving for many. We talk for people killed, clamor against the whole system, censure politicians and assailants and move on with our own respective lives. And this is all we call humanity.

Problems and struggles don't permit anyone to stop over this commotion. I am no different from other common men. Of course why do I worry for people dying in Delhi, Mumbai and Gujarat. I belong to Jaipur and I should care for my family and friends whom I can count on my fingers. I did the same and when Jaipur faced terror attack, all my agitation diluted after confirming that my family and friends were alright. I was in office that moment and I started laughing to the jokes cracked by my colleague and after an hour I forgot what had happened. I realized afterward that I had become so selfish and self-centered. I couldn't even spare a single moment to shed tears for those who lost their lives. Ya, I know,referred to all the teachings and preachings of being practical in life, that one has to keep calm while working and living alone in a country.But what use is in being practical if it takes your human-ness from you. Being human is not about being a successful person with countless achievements to display. It is about having a heart of human which doesn't differentiate between own father and others father, it is about feeling the barrenness of own mother's heart and others mother's also, it is about catching

tears of own brothers' and sisters' and others' too.

Of course the Jaipur blast didn't cost me anything, but it proved devastation for many. I might have crossed my ways with many of them. Buying goods from shops, cracking jokes with sellers, enjoying and praising the chaats and kulfis of street hawkers, driving on those streets among fellow human beings, running through the paths of people... I must have touched lives of those who were killed. And when I think from this perspective, I feel for them. How is it being shattered in a moment only? Bleeding injuries, fleshes tearing apart and blood running cold through the veins of their dear ones after seeing them dead frightens me like nothing. A small kid who is as innocent as a budding flower was lying dead on the blast site. He was born to fill his parents' lives with love, to give them happiness in watching him taking his first step, learning his first word, achieving highest marks in class, selecting in school cricket team, wiping his sister's tears when she gets hurt after falling from stairs. He was meant to live dreams of many and touch horizons. And now he is lying being an unknown face under the death count. We all will move on and will forget him. But his family will live forever with those incomplete dreams and the vacuumed life after he has left.

I would never be able to know their miseries till I keep myself on his place. One fine day, when I go out for something but return back to my family in a form of a ripped flesh and blood and dreams oozing out of my veins. Life would be difficult for those who love me, who expect me to stand by them when they need me, who want me to touch them every day and night, whose hearts beat only for me. They will remember all the moments spent with me...when I first left my ma's hand & started walking on my own feet, when I spoke my first word, when I achieved success, when I cooked meal first time for my parents, when I got my first scholarship, when I bought gift for their anniversary from my pocket-money, when I cried after my di left home for hostel, when I fought to possess best cupboard in our bedroom with chutki. As a result of hatred, anger and revenge of attackers, I would leave my loved ones only to survive with my memories forever.

I do not intend to preach any big lessons here. I don't even have hate for any community or groups. I feel we all, including victims and culprits, are human beings and we all are blessed with few people who love us all our life without any conditions. Killing people can leave someone with lifelong sorrow, someone with neutrality and someone with bliss & content. We are bound to die one day, either by someone or our natural death. When someone dear dies, it is our loss. But someone else's dies, it is also our loss. We don't want to lose humans because of humans. The victims might not have any relation with culprits, but someday, even an innocent kid of culprit may end up lying down as a piece of flesh under the death count.

Sometimes, I hate myself for staying far from my people when they need me to wipe their tears. I don't want to run away that far from humans where I have all the time for every trivial thing in life and don't feel sparing 2 minutes to shed tears from my eyes and to wipe tears from others' eyes. Shedding tears for our own is easy....shedding tears for others is difficult. I am trying to learn it from now so that one day I can claim that I am proud being a human. Because humanity is only in wiping tears of others and letting them live....

The drive to truth....

Truth is the most difficult feature to accept for anyone in this world. Truth is bitter sometimes, infact quite often. It is heard a lot that one needs a big heart to listen to truth,accept it and go with it. Truth gives you strength, truth makes you fearless, truth gives you a direction. I have always been told whole life to stand firm with truth and always walk on a true way on which be true to others specially to yourself. But as I had stated earlier, I always learn any lesson when I see it in front of my eyes. I believe in those examples that comes in your life and teaches you a lesson and then stays with you forever. Whatever I am going to write here, might not appeal a lot of people as an example of inspiration, but it is a big example of following truth, honesty and courage.This is a true story of my friend whom people call a failure, but for me he is a winner in all respects.

He was my junior in college. Though we both had different majors but got along well with each other.We both had nothing common and in first few meetings, I found him very arrogant and a guy with attitude. But then during the whole college life, I realized that he was much more beyond those regular adjectives.He was amongst first three rank holders of his class and very sharp minded and intelligent guy. Apart from that, he used to get involved in other activities also like writing, reading, event management, debate groups etc. He had a deep interest in reading different books. I would say that he was a perfect combination of practicality and smartness. We met many times in train while going home as he was also from jaipur. During our journeys and summer vacations, we used to discuss a lot about books, articles and novels and I used to enjoy all the discussions with him. His intelligency was incredible and beyond comparisons.

I was done with my Bachelors and he was in his final year of graduation. I was preparing for GRE and he was aiming for CAT and campus placements. Though MBA was his ultimate dream. We used to discuss things many times through phone and emails. He cracked CAT with 99.97 percentile and got 6 IIM interview calls including IIM Calcutta, Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Lucknow and Indore. He later converted Calcutta,Lucknow and Indore. But the story doesn't end here. It begins from here. His life was about to take a new turn from there when he had achieved his ultimate dream of life and was on pinnacle of success.

His degree was not done by then as the session of the college got delayed. IIM Calcutta wanted his official degree and transcripts before their session starts. He fought and struggled a lot to get everything done on time but all his efforts were proving futile. IIM officials made him start in spite of that and intimated him clearly about the deadline of submitting his final year transcripts and Bachelors degree. Life had started running on an opposite track for him, but he stood firm and didn't give up. Happiness and success was not willing to come his way so easily.

After trying so hard, he finally ended up going by the college's delayed session and decided to abide by the IIM Calcutta verdict against him. Many of his friends and closed ones advised him to make a false transcript with forge signatures on it to submit to IIM C. After all, it is not that difficult in our country to do fraud and may be they were not wrong completely. He wasn't taking undue advantages of anyone or hurting anybody's well being. It was his pound of success and he deserved IIM C. But may be that is when, one realizes the inner strength. It is very easy to follow the path showed and taken by everyone...but it is difficult to follow the path that doesn't have anyone to accompany. We are too afraid to walk alone and to bear mock and ridicule. But I believe...it is only you who you have to answer at the end for all your actions. If you know what you want to do and justify yourself and your actions...the rest of the world can better go to hell.

He decided to follow his heart and truth.

He was selected in IIM Calcutta, so what he couldn't stay there for his MBA. He had lived his dream days and nights, all his whole life but let it go himself just for truth. He suffered a lot that time. He had gone through all the mental pains, frustrations and peoples' deriding remarks on the so called foolish decision taken by him.But it was tough for me to think along the same lines. He was not a foolish and dumb guy. He had earned IIM Calcutta and that proves his intellect. He was a righteous person who chose truth between truth and his dream.

Thanks a lot my friend. Because of you, I came to know the strength of truth and strength after being true. We can live somehow with an unfulfilled dream but not with a fulfilled dream that has its foundation on deceits and betrayals. I don't know if you are reading this blog, but if you are... I just want to show my honest feelings to my friend who is one of the strongest person I have ever seen in my life. You proved that you are much bigger than a lie and falsehood. No lie has the power to break you and tear your virtuosity apart, in any damn condition. You were never a failure and you would never be. You are a winner, you are a victor, you are a hero and above all and more than that, you are truth.....

Direct Dil Se

The second feeling which upsets me the most after failure is nostalgia. Thought of leaving places, people, seasons and surroundings behind leaves me with a feeling of incompleteness and emptiness in life for some time being. And then, new people and new seasons arrive in life again. Throughout my whole life so far, I can best describe myself as a traveler. With the life of a vagabond, getting transferred from one place to another, trying to get adapted to a new environment every year...I have realized that life is only a voyage and we are just sailing our ships in search of a new port, we stay at a place during the flow of this stream for a while and then start on the voyage again. We set our goals, opinions and own definitions during this voyage.....we succeed to find some and we fail for some, but life never stops...it keeps on progressing further. Destinations never hamper its procession.

So now its one more month, and I will be out of my graduate school. Life has been a complete blend of success and failures, laughter and tears, achievements and disappointments, completed and incomplete dreams in past 2 and half years of my masters and my stay at US. I know I should feel something on the lines of "Purani jeans aur guitar" for the last remaining month of my college life. I have been listening to my father saying that the real harsh and challenging life starts after you are out of college. And I also remember Aamir Khan in Rang de Basanti saying" College ke is taraf hum zindagi ko nachaate hai, aur college ke dooji taraf zindagi humko nachaati hai...tim-lal-lak-te-tim-lak-lak". I know it is never going to be easy in professional world. But one has to make a start from somewhere in life. With the pains of ending one chapter of life and embarking a new chapter in life...it always seems lucid that life is just a journey and not a destination.

I cried unlimited when my mother was transferred to a new place and had to leave. I was 3 years old then. Ma said" It is difficult to part but then only we realize the hope and happiness of meeting and crossing our ways again." I noted it down somewhere and from then it has become a part and parcel of life. Transfer was more heard than any other childhood vocabulary. Been an exchange offer between ma and papa, I still think that Govt. of Rajasthan owes us a new life with ma and papa both in same city forever. And when they both got transferred for longer duration at same place, I had to leave home in quest of my destiny and fulfillment of my dreams. May be destiny wants all of us to understand this most important fact of life that everything passes by and everything is temporary. From changing towns and schools every year; leaving places, home and friends; the feeling of I-will-never-see-these-trees-and-streets-again; packing and unpacking stuffs....I have come a long way ahead to experience the ephemerality of moments with everything and everyone who touches your heart and mind. We join and leave various schools and then join college and leave it, again to join and leave something. And this cycle of joining and leaving keeps on and on. But one feature is always there. We meet people and make friends everywhere. We leave old friends only in order to make new friends and old friends stay always with you. They are never like streets and walls whom we will not be able to see once they get away from our way.

After a series of a new school and town every year, I had a sigh of relief when I joined college for Bachelors. At least, I will be at this place for 4 years. Four years passed by and I was dull again by the thought of leaving my friends. But even sunrise is temporary and so is sunset, how could those moments freeze in the course of time. I joined Masters here in Chicago, and now it is time to leave again. The feeling is the same, notwithstanding the place and people seem different. Just like the people in India who got imprinted on my mind and heart, there are few people here in chicago also who will remain in me forever and they know very well who are they. The lovely memories with them will keep titillating me for quite a long time...and I will tread on my road to life only to find new moments with new people at new places.And I will keep this hope alive to meet and cross ways with my oldies again.

I remember Ma's words every time when I or someone closed one leaves. But I believe in making sweet memories. It is not the time or the number of moments we spent together. I may be around you for 20 years, 2 months or 2 minutes. The feeling of belonging to someone in a beautiful way is the essence of memories. When you remember me, you must not think about the only 2 minutes we spent together... if my memory brings a smile on your face and touch you to relieve in your pain...I will feel I am with you forever. Preserve the feeling and memories rather than counting the moments.

Remember every end is a new beginning and nothing lasts forever....but ofcourse images in mind and memories in heart will remain forever. Make memories with everyone and then leave memories behind....life is about keep walking and leaving marks of our lives,love and feelings in hearts of people.