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A Thousand Splendid Moments…




Let’s steal some moments today.
Moments of love and laughter…
Moments of belonging and holding…
Moments of joy and wellbeing…
Maybe some Eureka moments and some quiet solitary satisfactory smiles.
Let’s steal some moments today.
Let’s hold on to bed a little longer, not caring about the alarm… Let’s have a day without alarm today…lazing away with your eyes shut, listening to the rain shattering on your window pane. Can you hear the faint sound of the leaves drooping with water? Let’s listen to the rains today. Let the boiling coffee’s aroma fleet across the rooms, tickling your taste buds, nose buds and memory buds .While away into your memories. While away into the past. And then sneak into a cosy corner with your coffee and day dream…

Let’s steal some moments today.
Let’s dust the old gramophone player lying in the corner. Select a vinyl record of some long lost songs and caress its glossy dark skin .Relive with your parents the years they left behind…your childhood, their prime…Bring out the family albums. Those funny pictures that your uncle took with his first film camera.. ..Feel embarrassed. Look at those smiling worriless faces. Feel the joy. Move your fingers through the faces that have changed or vanished. Feel the pain. Feel it. ‘Coz that’s what makes you a human. Coz that was once your own life, your own being.

Let’s steal some moments today.
When was the last time you brought down your paintbrushes or played the guitar or watched the movies stacked in your cupboard? When did it stop becoming your “life”? Wasn’t it your life? It still is. Pull out a sketch copy (You must be still having them)...Draw whatever you like…the first strokes will frustrate you… give time. The first chords will be out of tune… yet keep playing… Let your life never run out of colours or music. Play it on.

Let’s steal some moments today.
Pull out your mother’s recipe book .Or make her sit around. And bring to life some long lost recipe’. ..The smell of the fresh green vegetables being chopped, the tears of onions. ..The spices which you have forgotten the use of. Recreate them.
Let’s steal some moments today.
Read books. Plan a vacation. Or pack you backpack and just leave for a day or two. Write your trips down. Ring up an Aunt who stays alone, left away by the forward running world. Slow down for the sake of those people who had helped you to run faster. Take your child to the beach and make sand castles and swim and sing. Teach them that a videogame and smartphone is not the end of the world. Feel the rains. Smell it. Kick the dirty football and skid in the mud. Sleep in the grass and count the stars.
Let’s steal some moments today.  Let’s steal it from ourselves. Because at the end of the life, these moments are the only precious stones that will have any sheen, the only things we can smile about.
Let’s pile up the moments, thousands of insignificant moments and we will have a life…not the one where we “exist”, but the one where we “live”.
So let us start stocking up our worlds with time------perhaps the only commodity that cannot be bought J




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