I looked through the window and saw the world pass by...Thoughts cluttered my mind like leaves rustling,whispering in my head...I looked back at life and saw where my thread of thoughts took me...From childhood I had aspirations and the will to be somewhere..but life always took me elsewhere..In a way I chose not the best...the best chose me..
In love and friendships..I have faltered and found my way ,lost them again only to find it again.There are people with whom I have lost touch,some I remain in touch..with whom my life had at a point formed an interwoven braid...At that point,time and place,the braid was the very rope of my existence.With time the braids loosened and set us free...But in us..the soul of the other remains and will remain till or beyond the last breath.People who have shared magic with you,seen the dreams you see,shared them...can they just become yet another person in your life?
No they shall remain like the mist on the window pane that the morning dew leaves...You wipe it only for it to appear again on another morn...In the mist I shall write the names of those near and dear..keep them close...

On a different note ,I read this quote by Rabindranath Tagore on the shadow
The Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.

Tagore weaves words into Magic carpets and lets you float into a ethereal level...Let me float!