Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
Disclaimer : I cannot claim that I can write something that beautiful, though I wish I could.
Something that made me smile. And, EOD, thats all that matters :)
4 comments:
reminded me of you and the beads..
and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
and we remain in the unique position of being able to connect the dots that we have passed through ... and unable to see what lies ahead ...
for it is our limited imagination that binds our soul.
i didnt see the beads.. where are you hiding them ?? u,mmmmmmmmm
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