Friday, April 30, 2010
I believe in magic. Of simple things like rain and winter sun. Like smiles and a single tear. But also the magic of grand things. Like love and passion. Like birth and life.
I believe in here and now fairy tales too. Like friends and family members who found each other and are happy. Ever after? That would come too.
I believe in miracles. Of a forgotten song remembered on a Christmas eve. Of seeing a rainbow at cross roads. Of cheating death. Of living a life.
I believe in spells and love potions. I believe in elves and goblins. Dragons and knights.
I believe in Angels. And Lucifer too. Neither is white or black. Neither is grey. They are all full of swirling colours of human emotions and passions. Only the scale is grander.
And yes, I do believe there is a Heaven and a Hell.
I know they all are.
I believe in God. Trappings of religions are inconsequential. Just God. And not just the idea of Him. I know He is. And He does not need science to prove Him.
I believe that everything that I imagine is real.
I believe in the illogic of it all.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
- The tree was about to fall; its roots had become very weak
- The road is being expanded
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
I cannot remember a time when I did not love books. They have always been with me. Give me stories – any time, any place, any kind – and I am content and happy. In fact, it’s a common joke among my friends, regardless of how long they have known me, that I just want to travel to all the exotic places, so that I can claim that I have read a book there.