How many times in our lives, we want to do something, to try something, to say something, but we don’t do it, for ‘some’ reason. For a reason as simple as, ‘Really, am I (focus: I) going to do it?’ ‘Hell, No!’
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NEXT MOMENT STARTS
And that little desire gets buries somewhere, deep in the abyss of the heart. Never to come out again.
FAST FORWARD
DEATH BED
Lying in bed, pale eyeballs staring at the ceiling, and a regretful heart. Excruciating pain. Pain not because the body machinery is wearing out, but because that heart is full of regrets, the nothings he wanted to say, the antics he wanted to perform, the errors he wanted to make, but he never could L
Are we that rich? Is even Bill Gates or Warren Buffet, or even the top tens put together rich enough to ‘buy-out’ that regret. No. No one is that frigging rich.
So, lets be crazy, just let go, be mad, be passionate, love with ALL your heart, be vulnerable, make those idiot noises when you ‘sudoop’ that evening chai, sing irrespective of whether you are Kishore Kumar or not, laugh out loudest, jump, scream, let the softy get smeared on your nose, you don’t look shabby, you look cute!, touch the flowers, stare at the sky, wink at people, write letters, stick notes in your friend’s books, smile for no reason, let your maid know how incredible she is, cock you eyebrows when you see a stranger, its bliss when they get confused if they know you, splash water on one another, use those special sheets, hug your folks, cuddle that child, draw beards and moustaches on people’s faces in newspapers, fall on each other, click goofy pictures, cry during movies, tell ‘her’ what you feel about her, basically just do what your heart says, because life ultimately, is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of breaths that take your heart away!
