The powerful truth...

It has been quite a long time since I have sat at my desk. In fact, I do not have a permanent desk now. The nomadic Life that has been the norm since this year's start is evolving day by day and I have eventually evolved along with it to make sure the posts here are present when it matters. Sometimes I find myself at a loss of words. The loss of words would normally be for a few minutes before I can get a grasp of things and keep the flow going. But, over the past few months it has been a loss of words for a greater period of time. Upon finding my hold over the things, I stumbled upon a realisation that has made me feel a little better for the things that have happened in the past year or so.

The voice of the mystic Rose...

After trying to grow them for over two decades, it finally clicked in recent times. The joy of seeing them bloom was overwhelming. And, when the same was shared with my lovely Lady, it made the joy multifold. The more she described them, the more I felt inspired to grow them faster and keep them in full bloom all the time. But, disaster struck and it seemed like everything was just a short-lived episode before I discovered something that changed things altogether. 

Blessed and lucky...

The moment I ask her something, she never hesitates. The moment I tell her something, she never resists. The moment I call her, she never delays. The moment I think of her, she immediately fills up. The moment I feel her, she always heals. Such is her beauty, such is our Love. 

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I do not have a door to knock and it is of no use if I keep my doors open neither. "How big can a realisation be than this in Life?", questions my heart, mind, body and soul in unison. I bear this tonight as I pen this down.