Sands of Times

So finally ... i dont have a writer's block... or maybe i do... i dont knw (is there anything i am sure of?) ... actually..... come to think of it... the answer to this question is a resounding yes.... its that Time with all its idiocyncracies... play a pivotal role in one's life.

Be it growing up... the tempests of adolescence... the agony of youth or the bittersweet emotions of experience. Time... whether its staying up late; having a slumber party with friends... and going to the beach to see the sun rise with them without an ounce of exhaustion... not a worry in the world... or having this void between these very friends.... knowing someone all your life and then not knowing what to talk about with the very person....just the growing distance between them... how quaint time is.... at one point you're aching to leave the hospital and yet anothter time yearning to be in one... how paradoxical time is... wanting soltitude.... yet shunning loneliness...

We all have this love-hate relationship with Time... we seek it all our lives yet keep avoiding it at the same time... we do not even begin to comprehend the fact that eventually time IS on our side... we just need to realise this and embrace it... everything that happen... happens because we will it to happen... knowingly as well as unknowingly... moments come ... leave a mark on the sands of time ... and then they vanish... and we keep moving on...