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For all those who thought that losing something in life would cause them a long time of misery, disappointment and sadness. I remember my time when I lost my dog! I remember those 10 days of my first ever vacation without my family, when all that I planned was every minute of it to be fun. When I made sure that my dog was all well treated before I fly out of the city. I wanted to be so sure about her to be alright. I never knew she would die the next day. I never had even imagined. I even remember those cold conversations that I had with my mother about her being admitted to a pet’s hospital, also when I used to send pictures to my papa but he wouldn’t reply. Also the time when they were lying since the first day of my vacation just that other 9 days shouldn’t be ruined. I knew there was something wrong, I knew there’s something that i am unaware of, but never expected it to be her death. I even remember my scream and cry after stepping in 10 days later and reali

Does this happen to you suddenly when you escape out in a world where you start thinking about all those little minor facts that just got ignored overtime. Those, that just got adjusted somewhere, it went flowing, just like that. Life is a chase, chase of dreams, chase of feelings, chase of goals, chase of money, chase of values and what not. All these years, we are just chasing some or the other thing. Did you realise this?  When you were a kid, you were chasing your imagination, when you were a teenager, you were chasing your goal, when you grew up to an adult, you were chasing settlement. Did we ever attain what we were trying to chase? Ever? Anything? Did you conquer your imagination? Did you get satisfied with your goal? Did you find settlement?  Aren't we hustling all our lives? And for what? The chase? The chase that we might never settle with, the chase that we might never be satisfied with, the chase that actually keeps on changing overtime. I wish everyone could

I grew up in a nuclear family. I had no one but only my mother, father and brother to look upon. I remember my childhood, I remember those summer holidays, I remember those mornings and also those noons that I spent with my family. I remember how dominant I used to be over my little brother. All those mornings when I used to stand at the window to wave my papa when he used to leave for work. Every other evening when exactly at 8:00, I used to stand at the same window waiting for  him to come home. I am lazy when it comes to kitchen work,  but back then I was the most curious child to make chapatis. My maa, giving me just a single chance to attempt a perfect chapati, which almost all the time, I failed! I can never forget those video game sessions. Me and my brother used to play video games the whole day. Maa used to scold us for being infront of tv whole day long, but we never listened to her. But then I also remember how exactly at 7:30, just before papa's time to come back hom

I remember the lesson about Anne Frank that I learnt in my 9th grade, I guess. And I also remember the mark that it left on my mind, still intact but with increased effectivity. I remember all the thoughts that were dwelling in my mind, then. I remember the view of my classroom when I was learning about her. I remember it all, so well, that it still feels like yesterday. Such wonder, isn't it? All those things that imprint such deep marks in your life, even when the moments leave, that imprint doesn't fade away, rather it gets deeper and deeper with time. I am no less fan of her, even today. I see people around me, biggest fans of a certain actor or some others who die to get a single ticket of a certain pop concert. I find myself out of the crowd to tell people that one of my ultimate dream is to visit Anne Frank's museum in Amsterdam. Strange? I am no different until I decide to open up my thoughts and vision to people, that's when I feel like I'm so not among