I love the way kohl, intensifies your deep brown eyes; whose looks pierces right through my eyes and searches into the deepest corners of my heart. They long. Long for answers, for a quest, for the love I’ve kept caged so far. Those silent eyes speak so much to me. They tell me how your heart skips a beat when our eyes meet. They tell me how you steal glances staring at me when you think I’m not watching, sometimes I just pretend. The way you look at me when I’m lost in my train of thoughts tells me how you wish to hold my cold and numb hand into your soft and warm hands and join me in my quest as my companion.
My friend Rob of The V-Pub has invited me to a five day challenge. The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. Rob’s blogs are so humorous and insightful, that they never fail to bring a smile on my face. Please visit his blog any time you feel too stressed out about life 🙂 Today, is my first day of the challenge.
My first write up is about : “Things Left Unsaid”. A lot of times, as we grow up, we deliberately move away from expressing how we feel. We STOP expressing. We stop telling our loved ones how much we love them, we stop saying thank you when we feel grateful, we stop saying sorry just because our ego comes in between. These are the things growing up teaches you.
But today, as you read this, I want you to go back in time when you were a carefree child and never thought twice before expressing how you felt. By no means, I intend to preach being insensitive and inconsiderate towards how others feel and be brutal, on the other hand I want you to spread love, smiles, joy & kindness all around. And guess what, they are free !! It only takes a few loving words and a smile on your face. ….Because at the end of the day, you should not be left feeling empty & shallow regretting for things you “wish” you did !!
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable
I regret not the things I’ve done, but those I did not do.
Today I was running a search on my email id. There was a particular email address whose communication I wanted to find. As I ran through the search, I was surprised to find so many messages in my “Drafts” folder. I don’t know what occurred to me. All of a sudden. That I ran this email search. That I read every single email all over again in my drafts. That I read every mail chain we exchanged. That I re read some of the messages, I so much wanted to send to “that” email id, and ended up sending to myself. What was wrong with me ?