Nights on terrace

One of the happiest memory of childhood is the time spent on terrace after dinner. Sometimes even for dinner!

And those night outs require some prep work done by evening. We have to splatter water so that it is not so hot for relaxing later on. This is one of the favorite chore on the summer vacation. As we get to play with water, while we also get some work done.

Regressing, I wonder how our well was up to its maximum capacity even during summer and the idea of water scarcity was not even so remote in the ideas. Also, the water comes from well, that is self replenishing, whereas the water waste from bath and kitchen goes to water the plants and trees of the garden.

Still, I think I might not be watering the terrace just for cooling effect, while the water is becoming much more precious day to day..

Anyway, twenty years back, that’s the only source for cooling as air conditioners are not so common and also the electricity can’t be trusted at all times for fans.

I’m moving away from the main idea. Getting back to it…

Those night time gatherings are so great memories, for that’s the time the entire family gathered together and shared much more than stories. That’s where the creativity is kindled with riddles. That’s where the knowledge is passed on through generations. That’s where we counted stars and believed we could finish it some day. That’s where we learnt stories of our parents as kids and it was always a pleasure to see the parents be kiddish, which makes them more likable even if they reprimand us for our pranks.

So that’s where life was at is jest, happiness breezed along, cheerfulness lingering like the distant train’s passing, and smiles were abundant, while making the childhood best of times!

Time and Tide

The past is the wave withdrawn,
The present is the wave beneath your legs,
The future is the wave little away, yet in sight..

Though we might distinguish differently,
They all together makes the ocean..

So does our life..
We are result of past,
Which tints the present and
Which also paints the future..

Though we might believe,
The wave left us to join back the ocean,
It never ceases to come back to you..

The ocean of today,
Holds within beautiful pearls,
As well as waste and dirt..

It presents you either with
A rare precious conch shell,
Or a dirty torn single shoe..

Don’t frown on shoe
Nor grin on the shell..

For it’s just a matter of time..
To reverse itself
Again
Again and
Again..

The tides keep flowing
Just as life keeps growing..

Lose yourself
In the vastness
And beauty of sea and life..

Don’t fret over anything..
Because,
The passed tide and
The ticked time
Could never be brought back,
For all the treasure of
The world and beyond..

Yet, they always give hope,
For a best conch shell
And a mind blowing event,
For the rest of our lives
To treasure and cherish..

Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember…

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A throwback post – Inspired from the post of Darshith’s “From time to time” Thanks for the wonderful post Darshith!! And for the last two lines of this post.. 😉

Dreams

Dreams,
The force that lets you live
rather than survive.
Dreams,
The force that shatters the heart
with unrealisable ones.

Illuminate the darkness!!

When life happens, it drags along with it fun, happiness and even stress..

The more the merry and happiness, we cheer, enjoy and cherish those moments and keep them stored in memory for it to linger over time..

Hence it’s natural, that we exhaust ourselves, when we face negative emotions and find it hard to get over it..

There are ways to push out that stress.. The more the outlet, the easier it is to de-stress ourselves..

But is it just enough that we de-stress? Is that the end of the chapter of that stress? Is everything back to all cheer and good with it?

Phew.. The answer is no.. Nope.. Never..

Once you wipe out the stress, it just becomes empty.. As we would realise soon, that idle space is taken up by devil for his insanity workshop.. And this workshop churns out insanity, self defamation and obviously more distress non-stop..

So wiping out stress alone is not enough.. What else to do?

Instead of bothering to wipe out the stress, place something good and happy or just something you are so passionate about..

In simple terms, when you are busy loving, you don’t have time enough to hate..

Keep the stress in control by letting loose all controls of happiness, laughter and passion..

For life is not lived in the count of days, but in the days that counts in life…

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai