What has been your gift of the breakdown

Problems are like ink drops ,

You watch them closely they are dark , morbid

You put them in a glass of water , they turn dark blue ,

You put them in a tub , they turn light blue

You put them in a pond , they disappear

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The pandemic has been the pond where most of my problems got dissolved

The two teenage daughters looking for a medicine for their dad on ventilator ,

An old man selling his shop and bringing food every day for his hospitalised wife

A daughter telling the father , not tell the mother that their young brother is no more ,

An old Sikh couple trying to put their six feet tall straddling son on a stretcher from their Wagonr

How insignificant are assignments , clients , deadlines , chaos at home , dog tearing the cover page of my book , kids shouting …

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The chaos and noise around me which I so detest tells me that something is alive around me

Something is alive within me , still

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Gratitude for this chaos ,

Gratitude for these breaths ,

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I promise to make them count ,

I promise to smile

I promise to live with joy

I promise to live with innocence

I promise to live with serenity

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I promise to love

To laugh

For as joy , serenity , innocence , love and laughter I was born

I am learning

To let go

To Let be

And Be Me ……

So it is now

This awareness , sense of awe , feeling of gratitude , being blessed has been my gift , what has been yours...?

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What is that you have to be thankful for

What is that you have discovered in this period

What is that you are promising yourself from today..

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