It’s important we understand if any person from any country succumbs to the virus, Death wins- it is a defeat for the entire human race; if any person form anywhere in the world fights back and survives, Life Wins- it is a win for the entire mankind.
Like a river it flows on an unrivalled path,
high and low emotions pass;
Spend lifetime solving thou riddles Oh Life!
or take a turn and let them surpass.
Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.
“What am I in the eyes of most people – a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person – somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then – even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.”
– Vincent Van Gogh
Sometimes I desire to be a river, the river of life, meandering through gorges, valleys and trenches, providing life to millions of creatures. On such days I am Generous.
On some days I want to be sky. Limitless, boundless, sacroscant. On such days I am Mystical.
On some days I desire to lay like there is nothing going on in this world. On such days I am Oblivious.
We were new in the city. We were young, carefree and full of life. It felt like somehow we were given wings to fly. She