Pain is not romantic. It is ugly , vicious, parasitic. There isnt any glory, there isnt any praise associated with it. Nothing to make the pain feel worthwhile. It is unjust, unfair and merciless. it brings charity and sympathy , never empathy. And
all too often, it brings sadistic pleasure. Lapierre was wrong : there is no heroism in suffering . the human spirit is resilient. It survives. Nearly always.
The Twenty First Birth
The journey is never so much about changing landscapes,as seeing them with new eyes........
About Me
- The Chronicler
- kolkata, West Bengal, India
- I have no special talent. I'm only passionately curious.
About this blog
"I am the song that rises from a thousand souls.I am the unknown breeze that caresses your cheek on a humid evening. I am the stranger who smiles at you in passing leaving you happier than you were, moments before.I am full of happiness like a rising sun, I bathe all who stand around me in the glow of my happiness and you make me happy, just by being you. I am the strings of a guitar and the beat of a drum, I am the glint in a lovers eye, I am the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.I am the bird flying high above and I am all the fish in the ocean....
I am the butterfly the little children laugh in pleasure at...I am the cry of a starving child, I am the deep sadness in the eyes of the poor, the homeless and the forgotten...whom I remember...."
I am the butterfly the little children laugh in pleasure at...I am the cry of a starving child, I am the deep sadness in the eyes of the poor, the homeless and the forgotten...whom I remember...."
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