Pulse

The one mean thing we do to ourselves is: we compare. We are never truly happy with what we have, and that is basic human nature for most of us; being receptive, critical and comparative, is one apparent quality that reflects this notion. Certainly, being inspired is a perk, but engulfing our accomplices' traits, not to indubitably 'add' to our characters but to have it fight with what we already are, is dangerous. It leaves us with a sense of inferiority and in turn, upsets us heavily. We are  suppose  to be individuals, with our own set of problems and blessings, and all with varying degrees. And it's meant to be explored, build-on and embraced. What we mostly do, is we fail to  take this first step and readily jump onto other sources of inspiration.  Just like two fingerprints, that are never the same, we can't blade our personalities to match that of others, so why bother?  Just like two fingerprints, that are never the same, we can't blade our pers...

Turned, twisted and spun, the car did Just like the life in me, like the life in them - my family Glimpsing death so fleet, I saw like pearls, and precious, few smiles  but none one was mine, I understood, death was not my guest tonight One untainted said ,' Fate had it, I had to go pure... so God called as I visited heaven on Earth, right here...'  Softly the smiles faded and darkness prevailed, the only difference remain:  my darkness is temporary,  their's an eternal bliss. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In honour of my uncle, aunt and cousin, who passed away recently due to an accident on their way to perform Umrah. And in special honour of my cousin, the only one who survived. This one's for you Marif Bhai.  ________________________________________________________________________________________...