If life were a book , I would want mine to be the kind you read with a smile on your face , a little mischief in your heart , and absolutely no idea what the next chapter holds. Honestly , people are walking stories. And I have never been good at ignoring a good story.
I resonate with that Khalil Gibran said : ” In the dew of little things , the heart finds its morning and is refreshed ”. Perhaps that’s why I write. Because happiness isn’t always waiting for us at the top of a mountain or at the end of some grand achievement. Sometimes , it’s hiding in a cup of chai , an unexpected phone call , a ridiculous family message , a long drive with good music or a conversation that was supposed to last five minutes and somehow lasted two hours.
And then there’s philosophy of my life : Live and Let Live.
You want to dance in the rain? Please do. You want to take the road less travelled ? I’ll cheer you on. You want a quiet life while someone else wants a grand adventure ? Beautiful. There’s room for all of us. Does that mean i have life figured out ? Not even close! Some days I’m full of wisdom and other days i forget why i walked into a room. I can contemplate the mysteries of the universe and still spend twenty minutes deciding what to eat.
There you go , Welcome to Bindaaas