Musings

Beginnings Till The End

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She wasn’t sure what was more out of the ordinary, the medicines or the cake.

The medicines have been her companion for a strong 20 months now. The pills and syrups along with the injections and other high doses now represent her life in it’s crude glory – a battle everyday to survive. She popped in more medicines in a day than most do in months. The sudden diagnosis led to the beginning of a whole new way of life, adrift from a totally different life prior to it.

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Musings

All Strings Attached

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*This post was written by Vishvaraj Chauhan in March 2016 to celebrate 1000+ views on the blog Meraki, authored by the ever charming Sreshtha Mondal.*

She is the face of experience; patron of existence; an embodiment of destiny. Gliding and touching every life on its way, playing hide and seek with everyone who seeks it out, she lays out her lessons with paramount ease and her teachings with adherent subtlety. ‘Life’, as many call her, has set an eye on the curious case of another girl, a mirror image of herself…

The baby gurgled and wailed; finished with sleep and on to hunger, two of the initial and foremost attachments ‘Life’ has deemed necessary for one and all. The little one has a lot of life in her and has a long journey to trod.

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Beauty Beckons

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The sun was about to rise, as her eyes opened. Waking up early was not a habit, but was her trait. She stretched and tried to make her asleep body awake, as the first rays of light penetrated the sky.

She watched as the sun rays pierced the night, slowly changing into hues of mild yellow, orange and red along with reflecting the natural blue. The cloud boundaries seemed to block the sea of red, orange and blue and looked like masses of puffy islands. Her fellows woke up sensing the dawn. She had taken to waking up a little early to witness the dawn of the dawn, for the most beautiful aspect of the beginning of the day was the first stroke of colour on the dark sky.

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