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 It's not easy. Life seems happy, sorrowful,again magical. Drifting evening, beautiful autumn moon,sky and the twinkling stars and dull feelings.  What is life! The old memories add smile to walk on and on May be something special is there waiting.  Hope sprinkle the wish to live one more day. Namaste 🙏 

 The sky glitters  The birds chirp The clouds ⛅️  Become colourful  As sun rises . May god bless you all In this subha sakale. 

Reading is a best habit to improve your language. If you will kill your precious time in different online tools ,later you will repent.

The life seems interesting. Nature is determined to change. Each one should try to change and adjust accordingly. The patter of rain again brought literature to add aroma. I looked at the drifting clouds. A raven just flapped and I wake up from deep slumber. ...

  I looked outside the window  and discovered a morning enveloped by  fog  and again fantasized it as a land of angels  for my meeting to live a great, and beautiful life. The parrot cried from the nearby tree and I heard the morning song to prove myself alive  amid the nature  over the mother earth  who every moment becomes kinder  before myself lost in the abyss. I recalled my literary days,  the cheers,  the awards, the hopes,  the dreams to win the marathon  amid claps of friends and family. My eyes filled with tears,  rolled out ,  evaporated in the atmosphere marking me a loser.  I fell down... Again tried again be ready to run. My legs became friendly My mind opened the secret door of dreams. Aging I avoided,  polished my grey hairs,  put some makeup on my face  and looked into the mirror. I smiled as I rediscovered myself . I avoided the laughter around  when I approached the clos...

 Dear Krishna, Have you ever remember me?I think to ask you such question at this stage of life is not so simple as we never expected.Long past there was a temple in the mid town where we used to go and play with our other friends. The temple was small ,unique and the old man who was their worshiping God was our chief subject of gossip. I used to sip the drops of holy water being distributed by the old man where tulshi patta was floating. Those days were beautiful, tension free and full of joy.

  People say it is easy to write memoir But, in my opinion,it is not so easy to open the door of your personal world for the people around. Still every word you write has flavor  of your personal experience may it be your own or of other you know. So, your every story, your essays, even your poem are your memoir painted with colors . The literary world  welcome everything  as it has magic to forgive and forget. Your memoir is immortal.