blue rose
every once in a while you read a book , a story a newspaper column-just anything and you begin to believe in it...as a kid it was the existence of fairyland, as a teenager it was the principle of hard work and the victory of truth and sinceroty over all else, and then in your twenties a million things..
i once read the story of the blue rose and i believed in it..i was very young and did not know that almost 10 years later i will look back and wonder if its real..the fantasy..the joy of believing in it ...knowing...that somehwhere in my thoughts it still exists..and quite unlike realtiy even if i were to close my eyes its presence will stay on...why am i asking myself so many questions today???
posted by divya at 11:29 PM
3 Comments:
coz its usual... we r human enugh to question ourselves, our existence, our motives... guess tats wat u r doing...
and sometimes u just need to live in the present... u never know whether it will stay or not... the almighty is too great, dont doubt his art... :)
Cheers!!!
I guess u can get roses in any color these days.....
"Belief and Hopes are the only two elements that keeps man alive" - Rp :-)
I liked your introspective thought! I always enjoyed your insights. And this one is real nice too. We all grew up believing so many things and slowly (and painfully) we question them and realize life is unlike our dream.
After really long I returned to blog-world and was really surprised to see you still alive and kicking here! :-) Almost all of my blog-friends are long dead! :-) Hats off to your enthusiasm.
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