Consenting

I accommodated this fleeting thought for the first time at just about the same time last year. I never thought then that a year later, I would imprison this thought in my heart for life.


"While I was typing my work away, a wistful thought caught five seconds of my monotony as it cruises along swiftly by. For the first time, I consented the thought and finally, broke into an approving smile.

Minutes have passed and yet the persistent smile on my face refuses to go away still.

I am on cloud 9."



I used to keep this one to myself but now, I am unleashing it to the world.

That grand design called serendipity

What happens when the south pole cross paths with the north? Will they ever?
Who whispered proximity to time?
How come five years seem equal to zero?
We sometimes miss it even when it hits us between the eyes. Why?

Things fall into place like ice cream scoops is to sugar cones. One is called from the other end of the galaxy in order to traverse an orbit parallel to the other. It's a riddle sometimes difficult to entangle, but in the end, still you can.

Why?

It just happens. Come away and let us navigate together.



[originally posted on the Chronicles of an eclectic.]

As seen by a 10-year-old lad in love

Love isn't about ridiculous little words.

Love is about grand gestures.

Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing.

Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there.

Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.

(Quoting from LITTLE MANHATTAN.)