As the month ends, my countdown comes closer to its ending too; two winks and I will be flying back to the land where the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening.
Where the weather reflects the people's character; fierce at some times, but generally warm and friendly most of the time. To the land where people’s regard for timeliness is too little and highly regarded that everything that happens to them are the workings of the Unseen Hands. To the land where "Who you know" matters more than "What you know."
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Like in basketball game where every second counts towards the last quarter to catch a win, mine is on the edge too. I have just a week left to wrap everything, literally and figuratively.
My stance is, however, not clear, whether I am winning or losing. I remain positive though that this will be for the best and for everybody's goodness. Soon I'll be off to the land where the sun signifies the time of the day, where seeds thrown anywhere thrive and where people wears a smile even during deadly calamities. The place where religious people meddle with state affairs and forgot that their duty is to promote moral and spiritual consciousness and where institution does not gather roots as it changes everytime the leadership is new. An ironic place which, despite its rich natural resources and ingenious people, continues to lag behind its neighbors. Happy Father's Day to all dads, relatively and figuratively.
To children, father is their superhero, their knight-in-shining armor and their role-model. I wish all the fathers to live their life the way as children envisioned them…selfless, caring and dignified. Cheers to all fathers, rejoice for having the privilege of being a dad. Some may become short of being a good husband but be proud enough to be a better father. There comes a time in our life when our heart rules over our head and we can’t help it. We become blind, deaf, and mute, we always find good reason even to the meanest action the person we have learned to like (but not necessarily love) does.
We also could not recognize truth from pretensions, like from admiration and lust from love. Even the strongest-willed and the cleverest person bowed when the heart rules. Such an ironic life, the heart that feels is also the same heart that sometimes makes us dumb… Memories are like water, they reverberate when a stone is thrown at them.
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