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Prelude to change...

So many times it happens. Standing at crossroads, you try to decide whether you follow your heart or your head.

After hours of deliberation, you arrive
at a decision, assure yourself that you will stand by yourself on any eventuality. You take the turn and enter the wonderland of Alice.

Life is never the same again.

While in transition somehow the bitterness, that drove you to the decisive turn, goes to the posterior. You try to recollect the smiling faces and the echoing laughters and wish they were a part of the newness around you. Can't avoid the painful realization that these wishes can never be true...

With time you too manage to change yourself, at least to fit yourself into the new world.

But some how, even after traveling thousands of miles, you find you are not far away from the turn you have taken. As if you are traveling on a circle, with no starting point defined and no end too.

Comments

Saraswati said…
And in the end, I come back to me...the circular route that life follows!
Shruti said…
Life revolves...
There's no end anywhere..

Take care
adi said…
btw, delhidreams has changed too. and u r blogrolled :)
Saraswati said…
Yes, sometimes one doesn't feel the intense sensitivity...those moments are blessings too! :-)
O. T. Socas said…
Life cycles are in circles, hum... it makes sense. Don't you notice how most people want to be somewhere else no where they are? Seems like they dream that things are going to be better there...
totaramkiaaatma said…
I second this
pritha said…
Walking towards progress seeks change .... but do we really change ?
adi said…
oye hello!!!
shimmer said…
umm...life keep on spinning...it never stop...no matter how hard we try to keep up! ;;)

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