Brightshare

I think for me to see the time constantly moving is a depressing thing. Work, eat, travel, enjoy whatever may come should be the life. Thinking about it often is rather boring. Be good from the heart and spread peace and smile will work more to support you to feel live in the journey.

If??? It was not his ominous desire to bring hazard in my path. It was I, chose it to happen. It was the darkness, devoured everything, even the shadow of my pet cat . Now under the drizzle I was among all broken dreams to rebuild the castle for the Prince of Heaven. I startled first, took a tip of earth there,inhaled the smell of air, discovered unhealthy particles and looked at his eyes. Can I again help the country to chirp and experience the aroma of lotus? Why not? His expressive eyes were replying.  He was in meditation I thought. I looked towards the horizon where the devil just went away from his eyes destroying everything. I tried to make a plan. I got my long lost pencil of copper age. It was not sharp, still I found it full of hope. The atmosphere was dusty. He was silent. He was in meditation. I brought the half broken slate not far away from me. It was not empty. The child who was alive before some hour was inside the ground somewhere with al...

Time for your hobby In my opinion time is there with you always to use it properly and with certain discipline. But your own thinking show you about the scarcity of time. To check this each day you should do little meditation and concentrate on what you want to do. Proper planning also help you to achieve your goal. Most important is your joy doing your work. Be an achiever not a dreamer. Smile ~sarojini~

in a hurry i sent my manuscript to three publisher and waiting... happy life

ONE “ He wants a better facility, a better life as he is struggling hard. Humiliation in any sense is intolerable. To be a gentle man and to lead a better life needs enough money. I know he will get better facility as per his luck. He has already faced difficult situations in the life as i was not intelligent to care him. Now i wish to be a good mother and truly, I am now a good mother. You should believe it. I am a good officer as well as a good mother. I am trying to balance my life , my money and my relationship. He knows well about my care and he feels it very well. Now it is my time to help him destroying my own anger. I am his prestige, I know it well. Each mother should also know it. As a mother of grown up children it is my duty to think about them and also care my words and behaviour towards them. Last day he annoyed with my words. It was not serious, still he annoyed. He wants respect and he wants we should listen him with patient. He is no more a child who I could...

The free writing It is certainly not the time to write, but to plant the seed of words for future cheers. In my opinion, writing is the hardest when you did not step into it. Once you put your words, it will flow like a stream with unusual amounts of water what you edit later and keep your writing wonderful. The aim may not be always publishing, but you can enjoy writing and gift yourself. In my office chamber, after reading a lot my mind took little rest to warm up. While closing my eyes I felt the air journey to Punchgani and could visualize and feel the hour. It was marvelous. I thought myself in the plane and passing through the clouds and looking the green earth from the window. I could visualize and that made me happy. Thus, I could feel happiness through writing and it is the positive vibrations to make me practice the free writing. In addition, I thought about how a charted accountant or a company secretary prepared their documents, and within some days prepared a b...

Golden image The morning sky was cloudy with occasional drizzle. It can be endured, less cold, not harmful. Over the table lays a journal and beside it a hot cup of coffee, not bad. Mayuri walking inside her home. It is necessary. She now goes to the table sip tea. Her eyes have different images, the images of past, present and future. She now sits comfortably and put her running thoughts over the taste of tea. She looks at the tea cup. She remembered, she had brought it from Panchgani, Moharashtra, when she was there for an official training.Ah! what were those days. She was independent of all her burdens to learn and move like a school girl.She finished her tea, wrote to-do-list in her daily journal and prepared breakfast in the kitchen. Still clouds were there to make her feel-bad. -"Okay, clouds, stop there and recite your best gloomy poetry. I am not going to encourage you by my clapping. I am also not interested to make you go away like 'rain, rain g...